Thursday, May 10, 2007
Age and Impatience
I think being 30 makes me impatient. At least, it seems the older I get the less patience I posses. Today we went to the post office to take care of our passports. The guy helping us had no idea what he was doing and was quite the ignoramus. He even told us - 4 times - he didn't really know what he was doing. Why can't people take pride in their work? My parents always had great work ethic, and so I guess I just grew up thinking you do your best at all times no matter how you feel. I was so frustrated today with this guy that I gave my husband the checkbook to pay and just walked off to cry. Then all the way home I cried, and when I got home I laid on the bed for about ten minutes and cried some more. True, I have had an incredibly stressful week at school, and Roy says I expend all my patience on my students which leaves me little for anything/anyone else, but I seem to be more impatient now that I'm older than I was at, say, 25. Well anyway, our passports are in the mail, and we hope to have them w/in 6wks so we can go on our cruise. By the way, Roy took me out for dinner since I was stressed, and I had a drink called an Electric Lemonade from Chili's. It was sooooo yummy! I feel much better now! Funny how alcohol helps with that. The next best thing would have been shopping!