Time Magazine published an article by Nancy Gibbs entitled “How America has Run Out of Time.” She wrote about the escalating value of time coincides with my personal observations:
There was once a time when time was money. Both could be wasted or both well spent, but in the end, gold was the richer prize. As with almost any commodity, however, value depends on scarcity. And these are the days of the time famine. Time that once seemed free and elastic has grown tight and elusive, and so our measure of it worth is dramatically change. In Florida a man bills his ophthalmologist $90 for keeping him waiting an hour. In California a woman hires somebody to do her shopping for — out of a catalog. Twenty bucks pays someone to pick up the dry cleaning, $250 to cater dinner for four, $1500 will buy a ax machine for the car. “Time,” concludes pollster Luis Harris, who has charted America’s loss of it, “may have become the most precious commodity in the land.
With time becoming so precious, is it any wonder that waiting has become the most hated and frustrating experience in life? We wait in bank lines, in supermarket lines, at the doctor’s office and on the freeway. And while we wait, we fret because we are wasting time.
Have you noticed how long we wait when we go out to eat? We wait to be seated. We wait for the menu. We wait to place our order. We wait for our food. We wait for the check. And finally we wait for the opportunity to pay the check. And the restaurant has the audacity to refer to the one who oversees all of this as “the waiter.” The customer is the waiter.”
I am told that the great New England preacher Phillips Brooks was known for his calmness and poise. His intimate friends, however, knew that he too suffered moments of frustration and irritability One day a friend saw him acing the floor like a caged lion. “What is the trouble, Dr. Brooks?” asked the friend. “The trouble is,” replied Brooks, “that I’m in a hurry, but God isn’t.”