Is Patience Really a Virtue?

It’s been a long, interesting week around Casa de Gressel.

Last Monday I quit my job. Hee hee. I may have mentioned that before, but golly gee whiz, Beav – it’s great to say it again.

Tuesday AM the Lovely Mrs. G. and I put our house on the market. Yep, Casa De Gressel is up for grabs. Pay the right price, and you too can live where your old buddy Tom lived. Just wait until we move out first, okay?

Then Tuesday afternoon we left for our mystery vacation, which turned out to be... South Padre Island, Texas. It was 5 glorious days of sunshine, beaches, and jumbo shrimp. It doesn’t get much better than that.

Pretty, ain’t it?

We came home yesterday, happy but tired, to find that our house was still for sale, despite having an open house while we were gone. (I’m trying to remain patient about selling the joint, but so far it’s not working.) Give it time, they say. Okay, I’ll try.

Today I’m back with my short-term employer, trying not to enjoy the fact that I’ll be out of here forever and ever on November 9 – just 9 short working days away.

I’m fighting the urge to catch short-timers syndrome, but it’s not working. I actually have a lot of last minute things to wrap up before I walk off into that sunset as shown above, but it’s hard to stay focused when you really don’t give a rat’s ass any longer. The company is imploding by the minute, and I’ll be one of the few lucky souls to actually walk away on their own accord – no pink slip for me.

Still, I need to learn some patience. About the house, about the job, and about planning our next trip to South Padre.

Still, with views like this, impatience tends to win out.