Last week I had some medical tests done and I’ve been waiting for a call from my doctor’s office with the results. They finally called today and I got to thinking. How much of our life do we spend waiting for the phone to ring?
I remember as a child getting to use the phone when I was of the age to have friends call me. Of course, my teenage years were spent waiting for a call from a special boy and my girlfriends. (This was before we had cellphones, but after the tin cans and some string method.) My early 20s were spent waiting for phone calls from friends to make arrangements for a night out or still, from that special boy.
By my mid-20s I had met that special boy and my waiting for the phone to ring was over. Or so I thought.
For the last 2 1/2 years I’ve waited for potential employers to call me in reply to receiving my resume. I’ve waited for them to call to schedule a phone interview. I’ve waited for them to call to schedule a personal interview. And I’ve waited for them to offer me the job.
I think back to the time when I met my husband and I know at the time I thought my love-hate connection with the phone was over. After all, I’d met “the one”. But many years later, I am still taunted by the quiet phone and the non-blinking light on the answering machine.
I got the ring, but am still waiting for the call.
