Just before work

I have been too much involved in work lately that I barely have time to do the little stuff that needs to be done around the house. First, our freaking CR light bulb gave up on us since two weeks ago. That means we have been using a small lamp for lighting in everything we do in there. And I tell you, when you're on the throne wanting to read a magazine or two, a poorly lit place won't do at all. Argh. Second, our place is in much need of an overdue general cleaning. The counter table's a mess, the floor's gross, and appliances are white from dust. I'm surprised I am still able to live in my place. Hay. Then of course, there's the matter about buying supplies like groceries, toiletries and stuff. Last night, I bought soap from the friendly neighborhood sari-sari store, which of course isn't what I'm using because they don't have that, and it bums me out big time. Hay.

No wonder my mom always told us it's difficult to live in the real world. We work so we can really live. But what's real to us eventually becomes jaded because the tools we need for us to live our lives becomes our life itself. It seems that we neglect to actually live, which was supposedly the purpose of work in the first place. How ironic is that? If, because of work, one doesn't have time for the little stuff, how else could one do the more important stuff?

Tsk tsk.

(And yeah, I know I shouldn't treat work as just a means to live but as a part of my life, too. But at times when I get too tired or frustrated, it's easy to forget that. Argh. I just need distraction, I know. Anyone willing to apply? Hehe..)