Power Trip

My job carries with it a lot of responsibility. I make many decisions, some of them pretty serious, such as who gets hired and who gets fired. I don't particularly like making those decisions and for some people, they might let such power go to their head. But that isn't what really gives me a sense of power. About once a year I am driven out of necessity to do spraying with a backback sprayer. Now, here is real power unleashed. What makes my spraying so heady is: 1. it has the power to kill, and 2. it is done by a very abstract-random person (me). Yesterday, I went to our old house to do some spraying. From the moment I started mixing the Round-up with the wetting agent I started feeling a little Kevorkian-like. I tried to get the backpack as full as possible so that I could kill as much as possible. Then comes the fun part--strapping that heavy, sloshing thing onto my back and picking up the wand of death. This is my chance to do war with part of the curse. I'm proud to say that I started out pretty strategically. I really had good intentions, but before I knew it, I was spraying here and there and everywhere. Ooops, sorry little flower, I really didn't mean to do that! Yikes, I wonder if I accidentally got some on that lovely pink rhoddie? I sure hope that my favorite yellow rose bush will bounce back after being baptized when the wand went wandering. Not sure if I had really got a good hit on things, I went back over everything--just in case.

Now comes the hard part. Waiting. Waiting to see, if what I really meant to kill got sprayed, and how much was obliterated accidentally. In a couple of days, I'll go by and see the damage. But, for now I'm basking in the power trip.