Sitting and waiting

I’m sitting and waiting.  Normally I don’t mind sitting, because I can read a book, but I can’t do that here.  I hate waiting.  I think most people hate waiting.  I don’t like getting bad news, I don’t think any of us do, but waiting for bad news is the worst.  Waiting for good news is only recognized after the fact.  Since I don’t know whether or not I will get good or bad news, I find myself sitting and waiting, sitting and waiting.  It’s eternity…  I also just realized that I’m out of beer.


They say patience is a virtue.  Bullshit!  I am not patient and I hate waiting.  When has waiting for anything ever been a good thing?  Do you enjoy waiting for your pizza?  Do you enjoy waiting for FedEx to deliver your package?  No, and hell no!  I will give waiting the benefit of the doubt, but it’s not looking good.  I might need your help.  Can you folks think of an occasion when waiting is a good thing?