Rachel: Flower’s Bane
We have 2 buildings and quite a few married couples in the company. One woman from the other building sent her husband (in my building) an enormous bouquet for V-day. Her husband is out of the office for several days. I called the aforementioned woman (she’s head of a department, very important, etc. etc.), thinking the flowers had been delivered early on accident.
“Oh! I completely forgot that he’s in Dallas today. Would you put them in his office and make sure they have enough water? He’ll be back on Wednesday. Thanks!”
Crap. I was hoping she’d say “Well, you go ahead and keep those delicious smelling flowers for yourself, hon, and I’ll just order some more! After all, I’m very important and I can afford more flowers.” But no. It’s now my responsibility to love and nurture those stupid flowers till’ dude gets back from his business trip (do husbands even like delicious smelling bouquets?). If there’s one thing I excel at, it’s killing plants. I’ve got the touch of death- I’m a botanical murderer of a high and lofty reputation. A hit-woman of all things green and growing. This is NOT GOOD.