During a meeting at work my boss brought me a money tree and explained how they are 'virtually impossible to kill' I was thrilled at the idea of watching my little money tree grow big and strong. It started off so well, it even produced money. I kid you not there was 47p in my money tree's pot. I watered it, I fed it plant food and orange squash and the odd haribo. I stroked its leaves. I gave it so much love. Maybe too much because I turned up to work the other day to find my little money tree had literally rotted away. All that is left is a few rotting leaves and a pot of soil.
I was sad. I'd never had to grieve a plant before. It was a tough few days. I was counting on that tree to make me rich, now I have to buy a bloody lottery ticket. The pain was made easier by a new plant appearing on my desk with a postit note "I am easy to care for water me once a week and love me" well, within a day I'd knocked the little plant on the floor and spilt the rocks and mud in a colleagues bag!
Lesson learnt: I'm probably not quite ready for kids.
Some of you may remember my interview advice post, and I confirmed that I am employed. Here are two pictures of a typical day in the office when the sharks about....
After getting through 24 frankfurter hotdog sausages in little over a week, I have gone cold turkey. It's been 9 days now...it's getting tough but this addiction must be stopped. It starts with hotdogs it ends in heroin.