Waiting game

Today's been busy. Not big project busy, but the kind where it's just one little task after another coming at you in rapid succession. Sometimes that kind of busy is more stressful. Things have settled down a little, probably just because everybody's gone to lunch. Strike that -- the tasks are still coming. It's nothing that can't wait until I'm done with lunch, though.

Right now I'm waiting til the last possible second to run to the post office in the hopes that my last holdout from last week's eBay auctions will pay me and I can ship her package. If she misses this window I'm not going to bust my hinder to go out of my way or skip my gym appointments to get her stuff in the mail. I let her know as much in more polite tones. But as long as she's kept me waiting, I think she can stand to wait on me a little. I think I'm coming across more irate about it than I am; she said she just needed time for her money transfer to hit her Paypal account, which, totally been there. I'm just tired of rearranging my schedule to make special trips to the post office, and today's the last day I'm willing to do so. So here's hoping she pays me in the next five minutes.

On a less grumpy note, tomorrow night Matt's taking me out for a belated Valentine dinner. We're wavering on whether to go to this pub we've been wanting to try forever, or a sushi place we've also never been to. I think we're both leaning toward the pub. We've actually been there before, but it was full of tartan-clad seniors getting their jam on to a Celtic band and we couldn't get a table outside of the smoke hole. Or even seats at the bar, for that matter. Hopefully tomorrow night we'll have better luck. They're supposed to have some of the best burgers in the state, plus authentic fish & chips and sweet potato fries, any of which the mere mention gets us to drooling.

Well, time's up. If I'm going to the post office, I have to go now. It's not like I didn't give her a chance.