I always had to have fresh flowers in my apartment. It was a tradition started by my mother and I have never been able to let the tradition die. The local flower shops know me by name, but I am beginning to get worried about my finances. As the years have gone on, the price of flowers have slowly but surely started increasing. I started working at the closest florist to my house basically to get a discounted rate on the flowers I intended to buy, but didn’t realize how much I would actually enjoy going to work at the same time. And having a job requiring me to work with my hands.
My mother was a bank manager for a number of years and I had fallen into the same path mainly due to the fact I wasn’t sure of what I wanted to do ‘when I grew up.’ I didn’t particularly like working in a bank and this lack of interest is probably what led to me not getting the same promotions my mother did. Working with my hands made me feel like I was actually making a difference and wasn’t wasting my time wasting away behind the desk. For the first time, I was relishing the fact my finances forced me to find something new and different. That was before the florist’s husband was arrested for embezzlement and my dreams of being a full-time florist went down the drain. But after I became an accomplice.