The Waiting Game
I firmly believe waiting for an important email is a uniquely universal form of panic.
You look at your phone's lock screen.
It's just your cover photo of Greece.
You look at your phone again.
NPR is telling you the new way the world is being consumed by chaos.
You open your phone, double check that you really do have it set to alert you on the lock screen when an important email comes in. You did set up the alert, but you decide to check your email anyway, just in case the alert just hasn't come through yet.
You set your phone back down, wonder if maybe your cell signal is being weird and check just one more time...just in case.
You give up for now and move on to snacking to keep your mind off checking your email. You have to choose a quiet snack. Nothing too crunchy. Can't let chewing get in the way of hearing your phone ding.
You repeat the process ad nauseam until it's time to go to bed. Toss and turn. Wake up at 3 a.m., 4:21 a.m., and 5:03 a.m. to recheck your phone, even though you know damn well no one is sending you an email at that hour.
You spend the next morning ignoring your phone, convinced it's figured out how badly you want the email to arrive and is deliberately withholding the email from you just to mess with your head.
You snap and go back to checking the lock screen. It's still just an image of Greece.
And then one fine day, after several sleepless nights and five pounds gained from non-crunchy snacking, the little notification pops up on your screen.
The email has arrived.
Your hands shake as you unlock your phone. You hold your breath as the email loads.
Thanks for sending this my way. WIll take a look and get back to you.
You die a little inside, find your favorite wineglass, and the cycle begins again.