From the Brink of Death

This is my office plant. I inherited it when I started working here a year and one month ago today. Thats the longest I have consecutively held the same job. But never fear, I was a student before then and a meanderer moving from place to place. So I had a reason. Anyway, this first picture is of one of the three depraved nubs that made up the office plant when I arrived. As you can see, this one hasn't really recovered. It keeps growing more little nubs. I found it dry as a bone and on "the brink of death."
I'm a little bit weird. I feel bad for plants. When trees are cut down, it makes me sad. (We have a fake Christmas tree). I really hate forest fires because all the plants die.
So when I saw the condition of my poor little inherited office plant, I had to start operation plant revival. Ok, so all I did was water it and set it by the window so it could enjoy the limited sunlight. But look at it now! It's a little champ! AND it has four blossoms. Blossoms! It's nice to know that my plant revival and the recyling I am doing at work is making my office a little more green. And now we won't be labeled office plant killers.

I'm not sure how to make it stop leaning so much. "Lucy, is this guy bothering you? It looks like he is leaning." I rotate it so the sun hits different parts. Meh, I dunno.