I need to learn patience. I ran an errand a little while ago, and when I got back, on my chair there was a copy of a fax V. had sent to one of the high-ups at the corporation we'd discussed. She's having lunch with him and faxed him my resume, and asked him to call me. If I'd just give people and situations a little time, I'd be so much better off. I just feel like I've had to wait so long for so many of the things in my life. I was nearly 29 before I had a job I really liked and 29 when I had my first real boyfriend (my husband). 1994 was a good year! I had no dates in high school (nada, zip, zilch), and had only a few in college, and of course fell in love with the first guy I went out with more than a couple of times. Everything is waiting, waiting, waiting. On the other hand, I'm often stunned by how fast time goes, so I guess things balance out.