Once upon a time when I was in college I worked as a secretary in an academic office. In addition to showing Dr. Rogers the magic of the Internet, eating DELICIOUS breakfast sandwiches from the Tanner Building, and exchanging dating stories with the TAs, my job included caring for a small plant on my desk. This was perhaps not the best task for me. I discovered that if I didn't water my plant friend for a long time he would droop, but as soon as I watered him, he perked right back up. The change was so sudden and marked that I liked to keep him close to death's door so that I could revive him and watch his dramatic transformation whenever I chose to exercise my incredible plant powers. It wasn't always intentional. Sometimes I just forgot about him until someone came in and mentioned what a sad-looking plant I had. Years later I was visiting the office where I worked and the plant was HUGE. Apparently the secretary they hired after I left was a good plant-waterer.
I recently recalled this story when two separate co-workers on two separate occasions mentioned to me that they enjoyed denying interlibrary loan requests. We librarians are a mean lot.
3 comments:
Oh, that reminds me of my dearly departed begonia. he was the same way. he danced in the sunlight and stood up straight when I watered him. Such a little gentleman--he would always brighten my day, waiting for me at the top of my stairs, smiling for all a plant's worth.:)
LOL! I have a mean streak that manifests itself now and then. It's kinda fun.
Oh good--that means I'm justified in some of what I do...or don't do.
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