The Hardest Part

Doctors have patience, I don't.

At the moment I am waiting. Waiting on several people. I am waiting for the guy who runs that slideshow downstairs to put my ad on it. I am waiting for my order of yet another soak-off gel polish line. I am waiting for the remainder of my order for jewelry display doodads to put jewelry on for retail. I am waiting for the fancy merchandise bags I ordered to arrive so I can put retail product into them instead of various small trash bags. Cuz if anything screams "class" it's carrying your fancy lotions out of the salon in a trash bag, right?

I have become spoiled by the companies that ship orders the same day they are received, and spoiled by the companies that immediately e-mail me a tracking number once my order has shipped.

Everything I am waiting for is in limbo. I have no idea if it's been processed, shipped, lost in space? (Except the gels — I actually did find out they have been shipped!)

Ah yes, and I'm waiting for the battery company to get the battery pack for my Roomba in stock again. I am having a hard time since Roomba went into a coma and now I have to actually vacuum again! But that's another story.

All I know is I'm doing too much waiting.