This I wait
This was the day I was made to wait;
Just like any other day, I do sometimes have to wait,
Just that this day, two things I have to wait,
One had ended, the other remained unknown.
I waited, and waited, from dusk till dawn. I clutched my handphone, and I left my laptop next to me. Just in case. You’ll never know. True enough, somebody paged me through Facebook. However, it was not the person that I was expecting. It was from a colleague, a university mate, in the early wee hours of 2.00am in the morning. I tried my best to show my utmost hospitality (despite me being very sleepy), and i continued to sleep. I wondered, why did that person didn’t reach back to me? This, I wait.
I woke up at five thirty, I took my bath, I took my suit, my coat, and shoes. I wore all of them, and went for my interview. I was still made to wait, for I was too early and I was literally alone in such a huge complex. I waited.
There were supposed to be 8 people. 1 got rejected, the other turned up too late. I was the last to be interviewed, and I was made to wait. When it was my time I delivered. I gave all I have, hoping for that one good shot at chance. And now I still wait, for the result. But I know it has ended.
I went back home. I checked my messages on the phone, on the computer, everywhere. I even texted another one out. Out of concern. In the grand scheme of things, who am I to that person? Why I was informed? What is my role? The actor? The director? The janitor? The perpetrator? I don’t know. Even till now, I am made to wait. Wait, anxiously, and full of anxiety. I may already have the answer but I was trying to hear it from that person itself. I wanted to be sure. I don’t know.
Thus, I wait. And waited, and waited.
And I don’t think this ending will end. Because right now I don’t see how I’m a part of this grand scheme of things.