ABSTRACT
When I was a teenager, I worked at a greenhouse and had a boss who gave vague instructions, such as, “Go water the plants.” That’s pretty nonspecific in a nursery that covers five acres. So I would disappear and water plants for several hours, never knowing how much water to give, or which plants required more or less water. In addition to the lack of direction, I found the whole thing pretty boring. I lasted about six weeks before I quit. I never questioned what I was doing or why. Inspired I was not.
