2003-08-23 - 10:31 a.m.

See, I'm one of these always on time, organized, mostly got it together people. It works for me, I get things done, arrive on time, don't (usually) screw up people's plans by making them wait, etc. I like it that way, and let's be honest, this is a trait that is very hard to change. I know it is. But, that doesn't make it easier to handle when others, like my boyfriend, are the exact opposite.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love the man to death, but I constantly find myself dressed and ready to go at the exact time he said he's be there, only to wait and wait and wait. Take Wednesday night, for instance. We had tickets to see the Reverend Horton Heat, Dropkick Murphys and The Sex Pistols. The tickets said 8:00 so he said he'd pick me up at 7:00. He arrived at 7:20 (which to me was still okay...I'm getting used to this) and then had a beer while I just sat there. I tried not to get pissed but I knew the Rev was on first and he's one of my faves. He is, of course, not one of C's. So, we got there to see exactly one half of a song from our seats. We got to the venue with enough time to see probably three or four songs, but after getting frisked and having his camera confiscated (I told him not to bring that!) and stopping for beers (can't we just wait until after his set? I think he's almost done) we just saw the very last bit of the last song. Arrrgh.

(To make it up to me, we're going to Manchester, NH tonight to see the Rev headlining with a few other bands. This includes a favorite of C's, Suicide Contest (I am sure they will not be my cup of tea), so there's more of a motivation for him, but I do appreciate the thought and gesture.)

Then yesterday, C had the day off and wanted to come see my cube and my pod (yes, we have such stupid terms for our desks in Corporate America land). He said he'd be there by 11:00 and he'd come up and then we'd go to lunch. Great! Not great. He got there at 1:40. Oh my God, I was so hungry and annoyed and felt a bit embarrassed, I'm afraid to admit, because all my co-workers were excited to meet him at 11:00!

So, yeah, I think this is a test or something. I think C was "sent" to me to challenge my patience or something. I am one of the most impatient people I know and I really hate that about myself. I'm working on it, though. I bite my tongue, tell him it's okay when he apologizes profusely for being late, have learned to not expect him at the exact time he says, relax and go with the flow (or at least try to). So, this relationship will hopefully fix my impatience...or else we'll end up killing each other.

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