I have 2 jobs. Both are part time, but I always work full days, if that makes sense.
One of the companies I work for bought me a brand new computer today. I’ve never had a brand new computer before, unless you count my first laptop, which I suppose I do, and even that was almost 9 years ago.
I’m sorting out their new website, mostly at home and in my own time. My current PC is good for reading emails and the tablet’s good for buying cool boxes on ebay, but after my dearest DB watched me [patiently] loading photos off the camera, he had a word (or 7) with my boss….
Today I worked at the other company. I commute an hour and a bit each way, so I get back pretty late.
The computer was waiting for me when I got home…
…so was dinner and my DB.
By the time we’d eaten, cleared up, watered the plants and tidied up the sitting room it was almost 9pm. I had the choice of rushing upstairs and playing with my new puta, or having a bath and washing my hair.
Strangely enough, I chose the bath.
Tomorrow it will still be waiting for me.
Tomorrow I will unpack it.
Tomorrow I will hopefully have time to get as far as plugging it in.
How times change.
I’m kneading pizza dough when DB walks into the kitchen…
DB: Did you put herbs in that?
DB: Then it’s not dirt after all…
– 2 minutes later –
DB: Shall I turn the oven on?
Me: Not yet, I haven’t finished kneading, and then it’s got to rise and I still have to cut the toppings up and…
DB: How long’s it gunna be?
Me: Dunno. Maybe an hour?
DB: Don’t take this the wrong way, but can we buy ready made dough next time?
It’s a jolly good thing I wasn’t making scones.
I’m in southern Germany in a hostel with 11 other people. The hostel has one shower and we’ve all spent the day on the slopes. I think I’m the last of the unshowered. I don’t care, I have a good book (and a post to write :)).
I hardly ever mind waiting as long as I have something to do (or read) – even 7 hour train journeys (which are basically just waiting to get somewhere) don’t bother me.
However. What really does bother me, is when there’s a queue and people push in. Especially when the pushers are children and nobody cares or says anything. Maybe being English is an unhelpful attribute when skiing, maybe I’m just not pushy enough, maybe my skiing trousers make me invisible, who knows. What I do know, is that people are inclined to push past you in the queue in an effort to get on the lift first. There are sneaky pushers and flat out blatant pushers. When they’re old enough to know better, you can get stroppy, when they’re smaller it’s more complicated. When the only contact you have with them is the queuing time you don’t know who belongs to whom. I don’t think parents appreciate strangers telling their kids off, and there’s an unwritten rule that it isn’t done, so I usually hold my peace, but it is so tempting to say something. Or bash them with a ski pole. Or their parents for that matter.
It’s not like I’m never ever patient.. I’m not bad at waiting for busses for instance, or waiting for the stampede to die down when icecream’s being handed out.
I’m a glassblower. Patience is part of the job, you can’t want things to happen NOW; either the glass is hot enough (or cold enough, depending on what you’re trying to do) or it isn’t, you can’t rush it.
I also have an oldish laptop, you have to be pretty patient with it too, especially between turning it on and being able to use it.
As soon as I have to wait for an answer to an email, I become an incredibly impatient person.
Every time my email programm “BING”s, I rush to open the tab like a little kid at Christmas..
..almost invariably it’s a spam mail, or something from the Flylady telling me to make my bed or dust the top of my fridge.
Exciting stuff, but still a total let down.
I’m sure it’s not healthy…
Patience is a virtue they say.
I don’t think it’s one of mine.