~Patience may be a virtue; but it sure as hell isn’t my virtue.~
We were out shopping. The parking lot wasn’t even that crowded. We turned down a row, only to get stuck behind someone waiting on a person to load their car and leave. Not even 5 spaces further down was a collection of at least 4 empty spots. We honked. We sighed. We were exasperated. They sat there for a good 5+ minutes with us and at least one other stuck behind them. We honked good and loud as we pulled in to park. As we were walking into the store, the driver of the other vehicle made the mistake of calling out to us, “Patience is a virtue.” My Mom laughed and responded, “It sure as hell isn’t mine,” while my sister and I chimed in with, “So is being able to see empty spots,” and “So is common sense.” They got disgruntled and left us alone. We went about our day laughing at people who would wait 5 minutes for a spot when there were plenty available.
That was years ago. I may have even still been in highschool. I haven’t gotten any better at waiting. Which is hilarious, because being a military spouse means that waiting is the name of the game.
1. You wait for them to come home from a long work day. B is currently working 15 hour shifts and he takes our only car to work with him. So I spend most of my day waiting for him.
2. You wait for them to come home from a deployment or TDY. I am so glad that we have not had to go through a deployment yet. Even the TDY’s are hard, but they aren’t six months at a time hard.
3. You wait to hear if you can go on vacation. They don’t officially approve vacation leave until 30 days out. That means it’s always a bit nerve wracking to find out if you’re going to get to go to so-and-so’s wedding or be home for Christmas or take that honeymoon like you’d planned.
4. You wait to hear where they are going to move you next. This isn’t like most jobs. You don’t pick where you go. Oh sure, you can compile a “dream list” also known in the AF as an Airman’s Development Plan (or something close to that, I quit paying attention at some point) that lists the bases you would like to go to. But, they have to have an opening at your level in your job. So if they don’t, then it’s off to wherever they can think to send you.
5. You wait for your orders. I’ve heard that the Army gives out their orders with chocolates and roses 6 months before the report date. I’m not sure if they’re lying to me or not, but the AF definitely doesn’t do that. Our report date is 19 days away and we still don’t have our orders. Supposedly they’re coming tomorrow, but I’ve heard that before.
6. You wait for them to pack up your belongings. You wait for them to tell you where you can live. You wait for them to deliver your belongings. And there’s not a darn thing you can do to speed it up. You can beg, you can plead, and in my husband’s case you can hope your rank will have some influence. But at the end of the day, it’s red tape, policies, and a slow system holding you up every time.
It’s a lot of waiting. Especially right now. They really should give us our orders in the next day or two. But if they don’t by Friday than Tuesday evening is the earliest we can get it. I’m praying rather hard that it comes in this evening. Because then we can use tomorrow to actually start setting appointments. There’s so much to do that waiting is hard.
Patience still isn’t my virtue.