I’ve just emerged from a three-day weekend. Yesterday, Monday, was a holiday as the Ninoy Aquino Day.
Although I’m always wishing for long weekends, sometimes I get bored for not having anything to do. Last weekend, I vegged out in bed, watching never-ending cooking and home-design shows over at the Lifestyle Channel. After two or three programs, I’ve convinced myself that I need to build myself my own house and fill it with wonderful cooking tools and design it like a pro. Just watching the top chefs whip up cakes and pastries made me think I’d acquired the same skill just by watching. On the other hand, designing has been something I’ve been nurturing at the back of my mind. I’ve always wanted to do something in line with designing. I suppose this is the same source for my so-called addiction with photography. I think, somehow, art is in my blood — which makes me think that it must have been a mistake when I decided to become a lawyer. But then again, I suppose being a lawyer requires the use of some art also — the art of lying (lol) or the art of designing a pleading so that the judge would be convinced that to grant such pleading is the proper thing.
Sunday came and found me wondering if I ought to have a career change. For a while now, I’ve been thinking of starting my own business. In fact, I’ve started scouting the net for suppliers for bags and stuff which I thought I might sell…after I’ve found myself a store. But of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. Securing licenses and permits would probably take a long time and amounts of money. Still, someday, I can see myself managing my own store selling stuff that I’m passionate about (i.e., BAGS! SHOES! CLOTHES!).
And then, there was Michael Phelps. He has just made for himself a world and olympic record, garnering eight gold medals in the same olympics. He must be half-fish for him to have done that. In that medley relay where he was behind somebody else, he suddenly caught up and finished ahead of everybody else, that was really amazing. It was as if he was running on land.
Finally, Monday: the last day of the long vacation. I busied myself with searching the net for stuff that we might be selling at the university fair in September. I’ve found several items and, after computing the prices, I’ve racked up a probable bill of six thousand. It’s amazing how, even just window shopping, I’m a victim of unstoppable shopping. Thank goodness I’d just started writing things down. At least I still have some time to trim it down and just buy the really good stuff.
Now, it’s Tuesday, went to work (late as usual, lol). The first thing that greets me is a wet floor and a drawer full of rat-eaten tissue paper and tea bags, not to mention the not so few rat-droppings. To top it off, today is the first day of “that time of the month.” Naturally, I was cranky. What I saw made me even more annoyed. But of course, I couldn’t show that much emotion in front of my staff. Hence, I just smiled and made jokes about it although inside, I really wanted to single handedly lift my table and throw it out the window and then light up the entire building on fire, if only to kill those darned rats!
Eventually, things got better though — when the time to go home came. I suppose that’s just like life. I mean, no matter how much crap you get during the working hours, 5pm will eventually arrive and then you have the unwaivable right to go straight home… or anywhere else but the office.
