Daily Prompt: Waiting Room – make yourself comfortable, it can take time

“Good things come to those who wait.” Do you agree? How long is it reasonable to wait for something you really want?

Woodgrange Park Cemetery

And another opportunity to show one of my happy-go-lucky shots of the graveyard. Not just any graveyard but the graveyard where six of my ancestors who were waiting for the good things they were waiting for. There would have been more of us in this eternal resting place, but unfortunately the land was sold for building appartments: memories of “The Poltergeist”, although this was not an Indian burial ground at the time. Depends on how you look at it, because it has now become a muslim burial ground. I think most of my family were dug up as there are no longer visible remains of the stone, so I assume they now share their last resting place in an iCloud somewhere.

I suppose I could get very philosophical on this theme. I am still waiting for my Pulitzer prize for blog. If it does not exist, then I am waiting for the Pulitzer people to invent it, design it, for me of course. In the meanwhile I search in Google and Facebook, the newspaper headlines of the world, but with no success. I am convinced that the reasonability of this wait has been exceeded. I have again been ignored, but as we all know good things come to those who wait.

Today I am quite good at waiting, I have no choice. In my youthful years I wanted it all immediately, but unfortunately I very rarely got it because we did not have the money. I am now in the last waiting room of life I. You are born with a craving for milk. You get it because there is not anything else suitable for you. It is free and on tap. Unfortunately mine was not on tap, but the government supplied it free of charge. It was post war and everything was rationed, but my milk powder arrived in tins and I survived.

I grew and went to school, still waiting for the good things to come. I discovered that the good things were finding a job and earning money. Another good thing was getting married and bearing children. After a while I was working again. I decided this working stuff was OK, I had a good job and felt that I was good at it. My company probably thought the same, but did not recognise my unique talents and kept me at my desk in my job. One day boss invited me to a talk with another boss about a new development in the work. I though “at last, recognition”. Yes, it was recognition to develop my job in a direction that meant more work and more stress. “Do you think you can do it?” was the question. “I don’t know, I will have to see” was my answer which was ignored. After a year on this super new system I had a so-called burn-out, which for a company is another way of saying you are lazy. However, I returned to my job after a couple of months. At this time there was a slump in orders and heads were rolled. I was still waiting for something good to arrive, but the company decided I no longer needed to wait, and I was replaced.

I was now at the last stage of life, two years too early to be recognised as a senior citizen, but on the condition that I survived, I would get there eventually. I did and now I was there, arrived at the great achievement in life, a pension to go with it.

I now have a senior citizen hobby. I noticed my dad had the same hobby when he was retired and now I understand why. You join in the country lottery system. It does not cost so much, perhaps fifty Swiss francs a month, but you can win thousands. That is the first step to organising things to come. Then you begin to actually read the advertisement papers that arrive in the letter box, hoping that you discover something you buy regularly would now be available at half the price, if you collect the tokens. In the meanwhile you no longer participate in the lottery as you realise that even if you win, you have lost twice as much.

My dad would collect labels from coffee jars, or jam jars. In England there was always an opportunity to mail them to the manufacturers and a free product would be sent. I never understood the coffee part of it, as my dad does not like coffee. He was always under the impression if it is free, then take it. In Switzerland we don’t do that. However in the online days you can always keep an eye on Facebook. I got a nice free tin for my Weetabix (which I never eat), by just filling out some sort of online thing. I was also sent a jar of spice from McCormick. I am quite in on the Twinings tea page, but they rarely give anything free and the postal charges are exhorbitant.

I have now decided that I have time and can wait. I bought my new computer at the local supermarket on a day when everything was 10% cheaper and I also had a token for 5x the normal points (they have a point system which means money tokens once a month for the goods you buy). My next project is a new Kindle with all the trimmings, but I can wait. 10% days only occur now and again. I checked with the supermarket and was told there would be 10x points next month, so I am thinking about it, although the model I want is not yet on the supermarket computer. I have time I hope, I can wait, no problem. In the meanwhile I can read my books on my iPad Kindle app.

Yes, good things come to those who wait, but don’t wait too long, and there we return to my wonderful scenic photo of the graveyard.

Daily Prompt: Waiting Room – make yourself comfortable, it can take time

15 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Waiting Room – make yourself comfortable, it can take time

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  2. ‘…happy-go-lucky shots of the graveyard…’ I love that line. Another great post, Mrs. AngloSwiss. What is up with those Pulitzer Prize people, anyway??!! They must be way behind on their work…..

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  3. I’ve been stuck in traffic half my life, put on hold another quarter, waiting for my number to be called the rest of the time. I think my patience with waiting is over and done. I want it. All of it. Now or yesterday. Tomorrow at the latest.

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    • I grew up in a motorless family so life was just a waiting game for a bus, train or whatever. I only learnt to drive when I was 40 years old. I am luck to live in a Swiss on-time world. Now and again we have to wait, but more the exception than the rule. If I was still living in England, that would be something else. It is a country full of waiting people. You wait so long for a hospital appointment that you can be lucky to survive to accept it.

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  5. I am really impressed with your ‘about’ me introduction. I have a friend from Germany who is multilingual. She amazes me, too. I still have problems with English. I look forward to exploring the remainder of your blog as time allows. 🙂

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    • Switzerland is a multi lingual country, so if you cannot beat them, then join them. I also have problems with english as now and again I might forget a word – thank goodness for the online dictionaries in Internet.

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