Patience

I've always imagined myself to be a patient person. I take my time, try not to rush, enjoy the little things in life, smell the roses...all that crap. But most people that know me, I mean truly know me, would probably disagree and say that I am in fact one of the most impatient people you will ever meet.
I am always in a rush, always juggling multiple jobs and projects and deadlines. I'm always going going going. And very rarely will you ever see me actually sit down and relax and do nothing.
Again, I don't agree with this view. Because what am I doing now? Nothing. Well, I am blogging, but that to me is nothing, so see, I can relax.
However, I guess this could be construed as nervous blogging. Because I am in fact trying to distract myself from the anxiety I am experiencing over still not having heard from the company that supposedly wants me to come work for them. I was supposed to receive an official job description and offer of employment via email today by 5pm. It's 2:52pm MST and still no letter.
I am starting to freak out.
I went skiing in the hopes of burning some nervous energy. Didn't work.
Went to the library to distract myself. Didn't work.
Went to the Post Office.
Shoveled snow off the back porch.
Did laundry.
Blogged.
Still a nervous wreck.
Where are the little blue pills when I truly need them?!