Tick Tock, Tick Tock

So no, I don't old an old clock that makes that noise. If I did, I am sure I would've destroyed it ages ago. I can't stand that sound, especially at a time like this one. The bid that has been pushed back, and back, and back... now we re-read the notice to understand that the awards will "begin" April 18, but that (like so many ads that offer "up to 60% or more savings") means nothing in the end. So we wait. And wait. Meanwhile my partner had plans for this weekend for over a month, so he's out of pocket (and calling me), my wife is out of town, and I'm heading to a reunion of MBA classmates myself as soon as my daughter gets out of preschool and we grab a quick bite. So I can almost feel the second-hand of a clock ticking on top of my head today, as nothing happens and everything waits. And waits.

Maybe Santa will only come when we're not hitting F5 over and over, staring at the screen and willing it to change. Or maybe I was right before, and this is Narnia in the time of the White Witch. Most likely, I'm being overly melodramatic, and in a month none of this waiting will mean anything. Tonight it might not even mean anything, as I catch up with friends I've only gotten to share emails and phone calls with but haven't seen in five years. I enjoyed basically all of my MBA classmates, so it should be fun regardless who shows up. Then next weekend we're taking a quick trip to Orlando, and the middle of that next week we head to Cah-lee-FOR-NEE-YUH (I think that's how the Governator says it, anyway). Good times are ahead.

-- Robert