I have two bosses. Sweet Boss and Feisty Boss, who is also sweet but somewhat feistier than Sweet Boss.
Sweet Boss invited me to order out for lunch with the rest of the gang last week. I had to decline because, unfortunately, I can’t afford to order lunch from a restaurant, even if it is the fast food (a.k.a. cheaper) version of restaurant cuisine–homemade meals are so much more budget-friendly, don’t you agree?
Sweet Boss now thinks that I’m anti-social and a liar, but she had the good grace not to say so to my face.
Feisty Boss makes me water her plants when she’s away. I am not a plant person and I have no idea how much water is “not enough”, “just right”, or “OMG don’t drown it for God’s sake!”
Last week, Feisty Boss asked me to water her plants, so I did. But I did it wrong. When I got to work today, Feisty Boss asked me if I had even watered the plants at all.
“Yes,” I said. “I watered all the plants.” I pointed to which plants I had watered.
“Hmm…” said Feisty Boss.
“This one,” she said, pointing to the one I watered last, when the water in the watering can was getting low, “This one didn’t get enough water and it was looking almost dead this morning when I got to work.”
“Oh my,” said I. “I made sure to water that plant.” (After I checked to be sure it wasn’t a plastic plant. Because there are plastic plants ALL OVER this campus. Because why not, right?)
I’m not in trouble for being broke and/or anti-social or (nearly) killing my boss’s plant. But trust me, you do NOT want me in charge of your office greenery. John now, he’s another story. Make him do it.