My Patience.

Last week, day before the long weekend. Possibly the busiest. She loses her apartment keys (attached to her train pass, gym card, everything with her name and address) and abuptly leaves the office (two hours early) to borrow another set from her real estate agency. Did I mention that this was before our long weekend and that we were swamped with work?! And she had taken a two hour lunch, calling every possible person and place who might have found her keys. (She eventually found it in the bushes, when she went back and retraced her steps. Now why were you in the bushes?)

And yesterday, when I was closing up the office and had just switched on the security system and was about to run out, she came slamming in, wailing for her missing cell phone. Which she found her bag.

My patience is wearing thin...