Waiting

Lately I've been doing a lot of... sitting around and waiting. Waiting...

- five hours outside of Piedmont for my new laptop to come in the mail

- two days for the internet package to come in the mail only to finally receive it the following morning. only this was before we moved in so I had to travel between northside and southside each day to figure out what was going on.

- several periods spanning between a day to several months to hear responses from internship people only to get rejected from all of them

- 2 hours for Nick's parents to come with the U-Haul truck so we could finally move our stuff to southside

- two different days for the window working people to show up

- 3/4ths of a day for maintenance to show up

- a full day for the internet service to activate

- 6 or 7 times for AT&T to call back or stop putting me on hold in order to have someone I could actually talk to about the internet not working at the time it was supposed to

- another half-day to find out that they did have service at our building and that they couldn't send a tech guy to look at the building until the next day

- another full day plus four hours plus an additional forty minutes after the latest time the tech-support guy was supposed to show up to have someone look at our building

- an additional twenty minutes to find out that the problem wasn't in our building but with the wiring further down the street

- and now I'm waiting for the several tech guys to work on the problem, which could happen either this afternoon or tomorrow afternoon.

Oh and I still have to set the loft up before I can clean up the room. But that'll probably have to wait till the weekend when people aren't busy/tired from working during the week.

I'm really sick of waiting for things right now.

I used to see myself as a patient person, because when I was younger I would wait for half-hour to 2 hour periods for my parents to pick me up from piano lessons without complaining. I would entertain myself by looking at the rocks outside my teacher's house or rehearsing a full episode of Tiny Toon Adventures I had memorized in my head. Looking back at it now, it's a bit sad.

Nowadays I can still wait for things the same way, but I feel a lot more restless. I keep feeling like there's something else I could be doing right now, if only I weren't waiting... and I feel my heart rate increase. Mark even commented one time, "You're not a very patient person, are you?"

I don't think I've ever stopped feeling stressed ever since school ended. It's no wonder I keep getting sick and waking up in the middle of the night lately.

Sigh.