It's always in a window.
Usually between three and four hours.
For me, it always seems to be between the hours of 8:00 and Noon.
I obviously have nothing better to do with my time than wait for four hours for someone I'm paying to get around to me.
Today, my LoJack needs its two year service (okay, it's needed it for several months). Which, in theory is a good thing since the light on the little doomahickey that hangs from my key ring has been flashing angrily at me for over a month.
I think it's taken to taunting me.
It's like a game.
I try to catch it blinking, but I miss it more often than not.
What can I say, I'm easily amused.
So today during the hours of 8-noon, I'm hanging out at my house (the same place I hang out whenever I get a free moment), trying to get something useful done.
Like work on the YA WIP, or sketch out the most recent short story ideas that have decided to plague me at night when I'm supposed to be falling into a peaceful, restful, rejuvenating sleep.
Instead, I've discussed with my best friend topics for articles I want to write regarding the Marine Corps. Though, I'm not sure in my present state of mind those would be a good thing.
I've also decided to make brownies, because while I'm looking for things to keep me busy between 8 and noon, I was skeezing on Facebook and realized that today is National Brownie Day. How did I not know this day existed?
Pretty sure my waistline is not going to be happy with me for this.
That's okay, I'll do some extra yoga. :)
What is the worst experience you've had when it came to a window of time and waiting for someone?