Why is waiting so hard sometimes...

You know the feeling - sitting there waiting for the phone to ring... watching the seconds tick by...

Now the usual Sunday afternoon version of this feeling has the second-hand on the clock moving with all the speed of a dead snail...

But when you're waiting on a client to sign off your work so that it can go live, then that long, thin hand is a veritable blur around the dial!

Anyone care to discuss the maleability of time within the framework of our perseption?

Or how about a beer?! :-)