Paitence

Last week I traveled to Denver, Co for work Thursday-Saturday.  It wasn't the most exciting of trips, but I gave presentations, heard praise for my work by my boss (who i'm glad to know no longer questions hiring a girl who loves football to sell to baseball teams), and I got to hang out with my friend Shelby who I attended her wedding in Denver a month earlier.

As we were leaving on Saturday, I had packed my bag and taken it to the showroom floor because we were leaving after it ended.  After taking down the booth and loading up our salesman's car with our booth, I started looking around for my suitcase.  My boss had taken it down earlier while I was watching and helping out upstairs.  As I asked him about my suitcase, his face looked a bit worried and he didn't have an answer.  We called our sales rep to turn around and let us check out his car.  15 minutes later and unloading a van and a suv, the suitcase was still missing.  I'm trying to keep calm and not let my boss know that I am absolutely panicking on the inside.  In my head, i've calculated that my suitcase roughly contains about $1,000 worth of items from my chi, clarasonic, computer charger, tory birch flats, and my nice work clothes.  My boss and another guy go back upstairs to see if it was there.  This is about the time I realize that my bag does not have my name anywhere on it.  It has my grandpa's name and address.  He passed away two years ago and his has has been moved and is now an empty parking lot, so someone finding my bag and mailing to that address would do me zero good.
10 minutes later my boss comes down the escalator with a terrible look on his face.  He hasn't found it.  Then a sales rep sees it sitting outside the glass doors to the back loading dock.  Thankfully it was actually my bag and no one had taken anything from the bag.  I was so relieved.  Replacing the contents of the bag would have been time consuming and expensive.  Thankfully I managed to be patient and not panic.  I'm great at over re-acting so I'm really impressed with myself for not crying in front of my boss.

I'm not sure what that has to do with patience, but I wanted to share the story.

Tonight I made homemade salsa and I made cinnamon rolls to take to work for food day.  I cheated on the cinnamon rolls and made them using crescent rolls, but I did make the icing from scratch.  Last time on a food day, I picked up cakes from a local bakery, so I decided to show work that even though I don't cook that I can actually make decent food.

It's 4th of July weekend, and I have zero plans.  I have a whole list of things I'd like to make to celebrate the day including bacon-wrapped stuffed jalapenos and red velvet cupcakes, but I'm afraid I'd get stuck eating them all.  Perhaps I'll make new friends at the pool if I bribe them with food.  I'm excited for a long weekend;  Last week's 6 day work week about killed me.  This is much needed.

The one thing I'm learning to be patient about is waiting.  on a phone call.  or a text.  Boys are ridiculous, and I've turned into a terrible girly girl as I hope that one actually calls, but I will not give in and call first.  Nope.  I wont.  I don't think....