So where I work, there is a break room (with a sink), but it’s on the other side of the building. I’m a busy girl. I also am a girl who likes her fruit cups. Peaches in light syrup make me happy. Except the syrup part. I very much dislike the syrup. Blah.
Well, in an empty cube near by, there were two plants enjoying some light. I decided to pour the syrup from my fruit cup into one of these plants. It was handy, convenient, and no one would know.
Well, my coworker Dominick (a guy funny as all get out), who waters the plants, commented that one of the two plants in the back (where I am) wasn’t doing so well, while the other one was doing great. I felt guilty real quick. I went over to visit the plants, when he was watering, and it turns out the plant that is doing well is the plant I pour my syrup into! It looks kind of like a little tree (I’ll have to get a picture of it), and so I call it a tree. It’s doing very well! I confessed to my coworker what I was doing. He told me to drink the syrup. I just about gagged at the suggestion. To keep me from pouring the syrup in, he moved the tree to the front of the building (where there is more light, to be honest). I walk by it every day and wonder if it misses it’s glucose. I’ve grown attached to my syrup tree. *pout* I don’t know what to do with my syrup now. I should bring in my own plant. ;)
But then my syrup tree may feel bad.
I’ll have to get a picture of it to post, as I can’t seem to find one online. Stupid internet, bane of my existence. ;)
Well, in an empty cube near by, there were two plants enjoying some light. I decided to pour the syrup from my fruit cup into one of these plants. It was handy, convenient, and no one would know.
Well, my coworker Dominick (a guy funny as all get out), who waters the plants, commented that one of the two plants in the back (where I am) wasn’t doing so well, while the other one was doing great. I felt guilty real quick. I went over to visit the plants, when he was watering, and it turns out the plant that is doing well is the plant I pour my syrup into! It looks kind of like a little tree (I’ll have to get a picture of it), and so I call it a tree. It’s doing very well! I confessed to my coworker what I was doing. He told me to drink the syrup. I just about gagged at the suggestion. To keep me from pouring the syrup in, he moved the tree to the front of the building (where there is more light, to be honest). I walk by it every day and wonder if it misses it’s glucose. I’ve grown attached to my syrup tree. *pout* I don’t know what to do with my syrup now. I should bring in my own plant. ;)
But then my syrup tree may feel bad.
I’ll have to get a picture of it to post, as I can’t seem to find one online. Stupid internet, bane of my existence. ;)
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