Waiting

I came into work early today, because my boss was back from holidays and i needed to talk to him. He wasn't here. He was coming in during the afternoon. i bummed around at home for awhile and then came back. He'd gone into a mini-meeting. i wasn't allowed to interrupt for an hour. I waited. After an hour, i interrupted. They wanted another half hour. So now i'm sitting at the computer, blogging and answering phones on a day that i'm not even supposed to set foot in this place. Grr...

I've done lots of waiting today. I've waited for the clouds to clear so i could wear my new clothes out tonight (they haven't - and now i have the added dilemma of finding something else to wear). I've waited for my tan to fade to an acceptable level (got to love the stuff from a bottle - now it looks half decent). I've waited a whole week for a text message from someone (i finally got one this afternoon - but i didn't even hear the beep and got it ages later! Ironic that i waited so long for it and missed it when it came...). I must say, none of these things were really worth waiting for! especially the message. It was a cop out and it was only a reply - it wasn't even an instance where initiative had been taken. So it was hardly worth it...


Now (as well as still waiting to talk to my boss), i'm waiting to see if tonight will be fun or if it will suck. It could go either way. And i'm getting in a mood, so i'm guessing it'll be the latter, but i am open to surprises... I'm also waiting to see just how much i'm going to hate going to work at 8.30am tomorrow morning... yuk.

Annabel