My 9-to-5 life has been in a little bit of turmoil lately. No, I have not lost my 9-to-5 job. And no, I haven’t been called into the head boss’ office once again. I did however get switched around with another co-worker. And while I used to sit almost front-and-center in terms of main office activity space, I now sit further toward the back, in fact, not too far from the boss’ office.
The primary reason for the move is ultimately a good one as I’ll be taking on a few new responsibilities and contributing in a couple of different ways. However, I have to say I’ve been feeling a bit isolated today as I adjust to my new desk. (Again, further from the main office activity space (do I rock at descriptions or what?))
All of this is neither here nor there, though. The point of this post today is to show you my new charges. (See them up there? Say hello.) I inherited those
suckers lovely plant specimens when I relocated to my new desk.
Let the record show I have nothing but love for plants. I myself have adopted a number of plants in the past years and have cared for them dearly. (Sadly, only one has survived. The demise of the others may have been self-inflicted. The jury is still out.)
As these three fellas aren’t originals of mine, however, and instead are charges I have inherited, I’m feeling a bit more pressure to maintain their welfare, the likes of which one might feel when babysitting the neighbor’s kids.
I have been assured by their previous caretaker that they are hearty and have survived insurmountable odds during their lifespan.
But, they’ve never met me before.
We’re all thinking it, I’m just saying it: they’re doomed.
(Casey, if you’re reading this, I’d just like you to know I’m more than happy to care for these little fellas. Just check in often for signs of life!)