Waiting ... I am again waiting. Yesterday I wait for 1.5 hours, the day before I wait for 2 hours, and now I've been waiting for almost 3 hours, and will have to still wait for about 3 more hours.

I hate waiting. I remember asked about the thing I hated to do the most --when I was in elementary school-- and I readily answered with, "Waiting".

But now, waiting likely constructs most of my days. As a matter of fact it is a permanent, inseparable part --unfortunately-- of my job.

One of the editors at my office responded easily to this waiting stuff complains from one of the reporters saying, "Ninety percent of our job is waiting..."

Others said, "Well, what else do you expect? That's what we're paid for."

...

Indeed, when I began this reporting job, I thought it was all about adventures and meet, see and learn new things everyday -- just the right stuff for easily-bored soul like mine.

Later on I found, however, that adventures are just once in a while; maybe once in a month or lately even two or three months; and most of my days I have to unwillingly fill with waiting.

Waiting for the President to finish the Cabinet meetings, waiting for one or two of his ministers to address a press conference, waiting for some of the officials to be willing to talk, waiting for the events to start ... and so on...

It might not be a very big deal when you can do something elses during the wait. But often you can't do anything because the situations are just too messy to do something.

Of course I can chat with my fellow journalists, who are also forced to wait. But, you don't wanna waste your precious hours talking about unneccessary stuff every day.

Now I begin to think that this job is not that wonderful anymore, but, hey, I don't wanna go back to my past either (back to the pharmaceutical firms, I mean). Maybe I just have to be more patient, waiting for other adventures --the more exciting and great ones-- to come. Maybe I can find better things to do during the waits in the mean time. Maybe this is still better than being extremely overworked, which I also detest.

O, humans, are they ever satisfied...?

And anyway, these waits for source persons are in fact nothing compared with my more-than-10-years of waiting for that bigger thing.