Palms

The pot­ted palm trees are gang­ing up on me.
My new work has lots of palm trees. I thought this was a good thing. I was wrong.
They look over my shoul­der when I’m using the pho­to­copi­er. They rearrange my post-it notes. They low­er my com­put­er chair. They send rude emails from my account.
I can’t prove any of this, but I know its them. And don’t both­er sug­gest­ing that ‘Dav­e’s just hav­ing anoth­er veg­etable para­noia attack’.
The Ban­ga­low Palm (archon­tophoenix cun­ning­hami­ana) is the worst. Its just waint­ing for me to make a mis­take and then its going to tell every­one, and make things dif­fi­cult for me. I can tell because it is being hyper-crit­i­cal of every­thing I do.
The bat­tle of wits is not over yet.