Way to insure cheerful, uncomplaining wage slavery in perpetuo – my new boss just sent me an orchid. With a little appreciative note. Huh.
I do love orchids.
The little company is quite jolly, and the work is fun. I think I'm quite lucky to have landed this gig.
Speaking of companies, my own little company's January revenues were up 3% over January 2007. Which is not to say they aren't dismal and pathetic, but they've been more dismal and pathetic in the past. Progress? Of a sort.
On Wednesday I had exactly one person in the store all day – but this one person told me he'd driven all the way down from Modesto just to come to my store. I've got to think that's a recommendation of some sort.
"You know, we do have a website," I told him, smiling a huge, garish false smile.
"I know you do," he said. "In fact, I've ordered online. But your store is just so fun."
O-kay. But how do I get Chevron to split the gas take with me? I mean, he wouldn't be using their product were it not for my product.
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Date: 2008-02-02 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-02 05:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-02 05:57 pm (UTC)I love my orchids.
The only place they thrive is in my master bath, which is not "master" at all, but a small box of a place with no room for orchids.
However...the orchids have a place, and we just have to fit in around them.
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Date: 2008-02-02 06:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-02 07:22 pm (UTC)IT seems like the less I tend them, the happier they are.
They seem to like being root bound best. I transplanted one of mine into a wooden orchid basket once, with orchid wood chips, following the dirctions carefully...and killed it.