My small patch of green at the office started out as a proverbial thorn in Eric’s backside.
That’s right, Eric Gau, our long-suffering evening news anchor, who, after years of faithful service at ICRT, finally worked his way into a nice cushy corner cubicle, which he had all to himself.
He’d been resting his…..laurels in it for less than two months when I landed the morning news anchor position, and thrust him into co-habitation hell.
My ferns and succulents, front, right and center. His plasticy anime dude, somewhere in the dusty crevice between the CPU and the fabric-covered wall of our cubicle (hey, if he hasn’t noticed it’s gone, I’m not going to remind him).
It’s my garden of Eden from 5AM to 12PM, and his desert of despair from 12PM to 8PM.
Eric, being the stalwart team-player that he is, has put up with my hostile
takeover with admirable fortitude…..although he did put his foot down that one time when I wanted to put up a poster of a shirtless, well-muscled, fine specimen of a man on the wall behind our desk. Go figure.
So in honor of his boundless (except for when it comes to shirtless dudes) patience, I’m entitling my horticultural musings and experiments “Pardon My Garden”*.
Way to take one for the team, Eric.
*title credits go to wordsmith extraordinaire Keith Menconi.
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