Waiting, Barbie and Schrodinger's Cat...

So, I recently applied for a few things that I won't hear back on for awhile. I hate that!  I want to hear back right away!  Waiting is the worst. I've been that way since I was a kid. I vividly remember waking up in the middle of the night to play with the toys Santa had brought because I just couldn't wait until morning, and then freaking out when I couldn't get the barbie back on her stand the right way and knowing my parents would find out I hadn't waited. They were probably standing in the hall watching me the whole time, but that's beside the point. I hate waiting. Of course, my sister was the same way. She unwrapped my present to her, which was perfume, used it then re-wrapped it and put it back under the tree. I suppose it runs in the family. Have I mentioned I hate waiting? Of course the responses I'm waiting on could be rejections. Which I don't really want to hear, so if I haven't heard back then I'm also probably just as likely to hear that I'm accepted. Just think of me as Schrodinger's cat, only it's not life and death. Hmmm, I wonder what Schrodinger's cat's name was? Rabbit Trail here. OK, I'm back. In my thorough (quickie google search) research, it appears Schrodinger actually did have a cat named Milton, but there is no evidence that the cat in his theoretical explanation  had a name. :-( Great, I'm still waiting, which we've established I hate and now I'm bummed that the poor limbo kitty is just forever referred to as, "cat". That's all for now-