March 24, 2008

The pieces of the pie

A brilliant friend once told me, "work in life is just a piece of the pie". Now, whether that's something he read somewhere or he came up with it on his own, I don't know. But it's true.

Never has it been truer than this weekend. The rest of my family arrived from the Philippines this weekend. Since they got here, I've been cooking up a storm (sinigang na bangus, halabos na hipon, ginataang halo-halo, even pancit palabok) and I anticipate more cooking is in store for me (chopsuey or pancit canton? vegetarian lasagna? sopa de ajo? baked clams?). Last night, I slept at past 1a.m. Days before their arrival were spent buying new beddings and food, planning what food to cook and cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. That is not to say we live in a dump that requires extensive cleaning. Hardly the case. Ok, so maybe I was simply obsessing. Anyway, with all of these going on, it barely registered to me last night that today was a work day. I had no time to stress out about the upcoming work week. Result? I ended up waking up and arriving to work earlier than usual.

That said, I'm glad the other pieces of the pie are here. I hope they'll have a good stay without encountering drama from other quarters.