A hot debate ensued at our office staff meeting yesterday. Our big conference room? It has no outside windows. People want something to keep themselves focused and engaged at meetings. Options were bandied about: Floam. Some kind of environmentally-sound knock-off of Silly Putty. Knitting.
“There’s no life in here,” said one co-worker. “What if we just got a plant or something? Wouldn’t that help?”
Without even thinking about it, I found myself shouting down that perfectly reasonable idea, not just because I have a wicked weakness for toys in the workplace (you should see my office, with its multiple Slinkies and miniature vehicles and even a Magic 8 Ball), but because I just don’t connect with plants that can survive without fresh air and sunlight, and that can’t be eaten.
Sure, I love greenery as much as the next office girl, but I’m not sure I trust those weird office plants that can live on nothing more than fluorescent light and filtered water.
Plus, every time I’ve had one of those in any office, I’ve killed it. So I’m probably scarred for life.