When it gets really bad, I find myself having internal arguments:
(Me) Gollum: It's been over fifteen minutes, you should call him!
(Me) Smeagol: I mustn't call him, he will call when he wants to call.
Gollum: No! Call! He TOLD you he'd call you back!
Smeagol: All in good time.
Gollum: Aaaarrggggh! My MINI... my PRECIOUS... it will never get here!
Smeagol: You LIE! It WILL! IT MUST!!!
Gollum: No, he hasn't called back - that means it hasn't been ordered - he is playing with you like a cat with a mouse!
Smeagol: Not listening. Not listening!
Gollum: The MINI will never come!
Smeagol: Oh, you'd LIKE that, now, wouldn't you? Then you could mope around for years, muttering how you were robbed of your dream car - No! It wil be here when it is ready! Off, you!
... And so on, and so forth.
Call the manager!
***RB
so said: RB at December 2, 2004 04:21 PMwell, i very-well might if i don't get an answer with a leg to stand on, as they say, ths afternoon.
so said: julie (me) at December 3, 2004 10:26 AM