Two Families

My parents have just arrived in the US for a holiday. They turned up at work straight off the plane, looking a little tired and careworn, but reasonably happy. They had expressed an interest in taking a look at my work area, so we headed for my desk. It turned out that I was a little nervous to show them around the building, because that meant I had to introduce them to all of my "adopted" family - my fellow PDIers. It kind of felt like a first date for some odd reason, but every introduction went well, with plenty of chatter. I don't know why, but it seemed important to me to show my parents just how cool the place is for me to work in. A justification for the abduction of their only child to a foreign land, if you will.

It made me think about the relationships I have developed with my co-workers over the last eighteen months, and how I would be really upset to have to leave this supportive environment to fend for myself in the big scary world outside my window.

Fortunately I don't have to, and can continue to bug these people for advice, a fresh pair of eyes, and of course, ping pong.


You did me proud today, guys. Nice one.