I'll admit I'm not the most patient person in the world. When I set my mind to do something, I want to get it done as soon as possible.
I try to justify these emotions by saying I like to be efficient, but really I'm just being impatient.
There are times when I'm driving to work or to an appointment and I can feel a bit of road rage start to come on. No, I'm not going to rear-end anyone, but it sure feels like I want to. Either people are taking too long to look both ways or they don't use their turn signal. Any little mishap on the road, seems to be a bigger deal then it really is.
Last Monday, I was having one of "those" days.
Work was nuts; I managed to lose some important paperwork.?Searching for it put me a day behind schedule. On top of which, I had a huge paper due on Tuesday that I had been procrastinating all weekend.
By the time I got home, all I wanted to do was kick off my heels, slip into some comfy sweats and eat a home cooked meal.
My plan was going according schedule. When 5 p.m. rolled around, I hopped in my car, got to my apartment and threw on some sweat pants. But, when I opened my refrigerator, I was very disappointed.
All that was in there was some milk and two bottles of salad dressing. In the midst of my hectic day, I forgot that I was planning on going grocery shopping after work. Fantastic.
Instead of standing in my kitchen getting hungrier by the minute, I put my boots on and headed out to Wal-Mart.
Of course it was rush hour so it took me about 20 minutes to get to there. And - typical Wal-Mart protocol - there were no parking spots.
Once I finally made it into the store, I went to the deli and got several pre-cooked chicken strips and a bowl of potato salad. Perfect-a decent meal minus the cooking. I would be able to relax and fill my belly without having to monitor the stove.
Every line had at least three people in it, and that's including the self check outs. I've never been a fan of scanning my own items, something always seems to go wrong and I have to wait for an assistant anyways. So I settles for the 20 items or less line.
The lady in front of me only had a few items so I figured it wouldn't take too long. Boy was I wrong.
I sat there for a good five minute, watching her dig through her purse trying to find her coupons and her checkbook. Frustration had set it. I was huffing and puffing behind her, clearly showing my irritation.
Once she was handed her receipt she turned around and apologize. "I'm sorry for the wait. . . I really should be more organized."
"It's fine." I snapped back.
By now, a line of four more people had built up behind me. The sales associate rang up my two items and read me my total. When I went to grab my debit card it wasn't in its usual spot.
I could hear people huffing and puffing behind me. Frantically I searched through my purse, it just had to be in there. After about five minutes, I found it. When I grabbed my receipt I turned around and apologized for the wait.
Life is crazy. This we know. But there is always time.
Time to get the grocery, time to do homework, and time to just breathe. I just need to be a little bit more organized and realize that at the end of the day, there is always tomorrow.
Editor's note: Chelsey Roath is a student at Northern Michigan University. Her weekly column on college life in Marquette appears on Sundays. Her e-mail address is firstname.lastname@example.org.