Yesterday was a long day at work. (Now, I know that lots of you work a lot harder than me, and I'm not asking for sympathy, it's just part of the story.) I really didn't want to be there, other than the fact that I really needed the cash. As I sat in my teller booth in the unfamiliar branch (I was working for another teller who was sick in the main branch) I floundered. I'm usually an upbeat person, but I was just feeling grouchy. Now, that's not very conducive to the world of banking....

So here I am, one week into my new job, and feeling a bit melancholy. I know, it's atypical for me, but sometimes I get that way. I miss my old co-workers. Some of them were great people who I'd known for a long time. (And there was that one girl who was still a minor . . . long story for another day.) I do really like my new job, though. I have some really wonderful co-workers, and we have a lot of fun. But I miss the sun on my face, and the smell of the flowers. Now all I smell is...

As I mentioned in my last article, last Friday I had the opportunity to be a clown in a parade. I went for the “punk rock” clown look – consequently, my little sister had painted my fingernails black. When I returned home, I was unable to find nail polish remover, so I decided to wear the polish to work the next day as a joke. Now, here's the deal – at my job, I'm respected, I'm trusted, and I'm responsible. I know my stuff – I know a lot about flowers, trees, and shrubs, I'm able to ...