[Didn’t occur to me what day it was until I was sitting in the hot tub at my town’s community center this morning. The tub’s lengthy list of rules, along with recommendations for maximum amount of time, will serve as this month’s inspiration.]
She was easy-going by nature, but could not help showing displeasure at the end of a long checkout line, or waiting for a colleague to return from lunch, or while on hold with tech support. If told delivery of her order would take months, she would sigh and move on; or her team would be days late on their deliverable, she would look for ways to help with their tasks; that her car wouldn’t be ready for another couple hours, she would question but not complain. Months, days, hours were easy for her to accept, but the immediate aggravation of the minutes was nothing she could accept gladly.