When Impatient met Irritators

Title says it all. I actually planned on doing a post about Republic Day but this is outcome of work. 

Talk about being a journalist. Sounds respectable right? But few months into the profession presents a tainted picture. You get to interact more, you grow your contacts but unfortunately you can’t filter out those who are going to be plain irritating. And anyone who irritates me gets enough publicity here (with the bond of anonymity of course). Though I am mean and all that I’ll not mention any names for obvious reasons. Each and every day I wake up with a positive approach ahead, but then the realization that I’ve no patience ruins it. If you’re a better journalist make sure you’ve your dose of meeting assholes everyday and few good friends boosting you to not give up.

A profession which expects you to maintain a diary, make a to-do things list, work as hard as possible to tick off the chores from the list and most of times you get yourself ticked off from other’s list. You’re working for someone’s benefit but they’re too indulgent in their slumber. People give you an appointment time only to be cancelled it last minute. All this while you’re preparing yourself with best of questions and making it on time. Step out of your house with a smile and return with a frown. Why? Because that someone is in their own bliss!

I don’t ask for making me their priority. I instead prioritize them out of my very eventful schedule otherwise. But when they just step on it like their just finished cigarettes, it ignites hate instead of a hope of doing well and knowing the person properly. I’ve a target to sustain. The pressure is always rising. My deadlines don’t change because someone didn’t answer the call. I’ve to tick off things from my list but they get rewritten on tomorrow instead.

The job involves meeting and greeting too many people; all from different walks of life. And thus all come with different attitudes. All of them however, have 1 thing in common: the ability to irritate. So a quick thought can point that I’m flawed. Maybe I’m. But is it a flaw to ask for numbers so that I can at least have a phone conversation? Is it a flaw to meet your deadlines? I’ve a flaw; I don’t have enough patience to deal with such self-indulgent people.

No one bothers about the utterly sad caller tunes I’ve to hear of the elderly. For their irresponsibility I get tagged as a poor journalist. And I still have to act very nice and sincere to these same people next time! WHY? I’m changing (I don’t see for good). I am very clear about what I don’t like about some people. I’m happy to be called arrogant than to put on a fake smile and apologize for someone else’s mistakes. At least I’m honest. Wasn’t honesty supposed to be an ethic? But here, I’ve to maintain that very same fake smile and be nice to people again. I do not have anything against being nice but in return if I get frown faced then why should I? I’m becoming irritated as the minutes pass. I’ve to listen to being called irritated by the very people for whose benefit I work. I’m a culprit of harassing people’s sleep. But how about this- I Do Not Sleep Peacefully Till The Time I Finish My Work For A Day. In my dreams I see incompletion, I see failure. At the end of day I’m again responsible what I’m not able to do.

I can go on and on because anger can’t sneak the fuck out when I’m writing. So if at all you’re lucky/unlucky enough to be interviewed by a journalist be a least kind if you can. Or end up being talked about badly on some blog post!