Hey there! I know I haven't written since my last bold statement of really getting back into blogging on a regular basis, but life and my crazy head always seem to get in the way. But, today I have a blog worthy bit for you:
I have been thinking (or experiencing) some situations with my EPIC lateness for everything recently. This is not a new thing for me, I have always been one to be running out the door at the last minute - or 5-10 minutes after that - . When I lived in Florida my boss pretty much told me that exact time was not crucial as far as getting there in the morning, the main point of importance would be to be consistent. And of course to make up for time as needed. This meant that if I rolled in at 8:15am it was no big deal really because it could be counted on, meaning that if someone was looking for me they would generally know that I would be there a little after 8:00.
Similar situations existed in High School when I was the one who happened to take the attendance in my first class so I could stroll in a little late, or another teacher laughed when I walked in and changed the attendance sheet. What I am trying to say I guess by all of these needless explanations of the acceptance of my natural tardiness is that I have had it easy when it comes to punctuality for most of my life.
That being noted, it used to take me an hour to get ready in the morning. Since I moved to Washington, for some reason or another (I have not yet figured it out honestly...) I cannot seem to get ready and get our the door in less than 2 hours (seriously) and in all honestly 2 1/2 is preferrable. So if I am to be at work at 8:30, I have to get up before 6:00! It's freaking ridiculous! But, in order to cut that time I have to go without things like makeup, dry hair, clothing, accessories, food, coffee. Well, for public decency purposes clothing is not one I typically go without. But I will often end up at work without earrings, breakfast and the underneath part of my hair is still wet and the top is dry and flat ironed. I am really putting it out there folks...I have a problem.
I was telling my hair stylist last week about this problem and she asked what I was doing to use all that time - we concluded that I should possibly time each activity and see what it is that I'm doing so slowly..or perhaps I am spending time just staring into space.....so enough of that- Getting back to the topic of the post which is....
Things you should not be late for:
*Please add to this list in the comment section so I can take notes...lol
1. A court appointed appearance
2. Your wedding
3. Your first day at a new job
4. Your surprise birthday party
5. A job interview
6. Your own cookout at your house
*Okay, I've got to go to work rather than stay and finish this post....I think in honor of this post I should be ON TIME for work today. I will update more things you should not be late for. Please let me know via facebook comments or here and I will add them to the list. *
And please stay tuned for my next post where I will divulge in excruciating detail how I committed the very embarrassing sin of being late to one of the very events listed above. Yup, thats how my day started...
Have a good and timely kind of day,
Moi
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Here's what happens when the blonde side of the brain prevails...
My very dear friend (who has chosen anonymity) told me a great story today about what happened to her today.
The day had finally arrived for her court appointment for a minor traffic violation, "cell phone use while driving". She had requested the mitigation hearing in order to avoid paying the fine. The trial is set for 9:00. At 8:00 she awakes, refreshed and ready for the day....only to suddenly remember that her court date is in a short hour and she is well,....disgusting, bed raggled and so so very behind schedule. And yet in some unexplained miracle she is somewhat put together and in the car on the way to the courthouse by 8:38 exactly. Thankfully she lives not too far from the Courthouse in her town, the downside is that once she arrives she has to park so far away that she wonders if it would have taken less time to walk there from her home. She goes in the building, through security, to the touch screen directory, turns around three times, walks in the direction of the sign for the courtroom, goes through that security scan, smiles at the security guard as he asks her if she has a specific room she has a meeting in today. She answers that she is there for an appearance for a traffic violation.
This is when he tells her that she is in the wrong place, no NOT the wrong place but the wrong building entirely, in fact she is not even in the right town! She has 13 minutes before her 9:00 court time and she is in the wrong building in the wrong town.
She makes a quick escape from the Wrong Building and breaks out into a full run towards her car, which you will remember is in practically in a different zip code....
The irony does not escape her as she speeds acorss town at a speed slightly exceeding the limits...8:58....
she swirls her car into the parking spot in front of a building that she is praying under her breath is the "Right Courthouse"...9:01..... She goes through security (third time for the day!) and goes in search of the right room. She eventually finds the answer on the paper she is holding in her hand - the same one that contains the correct address for the location she is now at. At 9:07 she slides into a seat in the correct place. So much for being early. So much for being right down the street.
Now the business at hand. Of course her name had already been called - by an amazing twist of fate the judge asked if he had missed anyone and she raised her hand. He excused the ticket and only required a small court fee. She paid the fee and left much more calm than before.
One more fun twist to my friend's story. A few days later a letter came from the court that she had written the wrong amount on the check and owed five more dollars....Seriously, I'm not making this up. It was just a bad bad day to be blonde.
The day had finally arrived for her court appointment for a minor traffic violation, "cell phone use while driving". She had requested the mitigation hearing in order to avoid paying the fine. The trial is set for 9:00. At 8:00 she awakes, refreshed and ready for the day....only to suddenly remember that her court date is in a short hour and she is well,....disgusting, bed raggled and so so very behind schedule. And yet in some unexplained miracle she is somewhat put together and in the car on the way to the courthouse by 8:38 exactly. Thankfully she lives not too far from the Courthouse in her town, the downside is that once she arrives she has to park so far away that she wonders if it would have taken less time to walk there from her home. She goes in the building, through security, to the touch screen directory, turns around three times, walks in the direction of the sign for the courtroom, goes through that security scan, smiles at the security guard as he asks her if she has a specific room she has a meeting in today. She answers that she is there for an appearance for a traffic violation.
This is when he tells her that she is in the wrong place, no NOT the wrong place but the wrong building entirely, in fact she is not even in the right town! She has 13 minutes before her 9:00 court time and she is in the wrong building in the wrong town.
She makes a quick escape from the Wrong Building and breaks out into a full run towards her car, which you will remember is in practically in a different zip code....
The irony does not escape her as she speeds acorss town at a speed slightly exceeding the limits...8:58....
she swirls her car into the parking spot in front of a building that she is praying under her breath is the "Right Courthouse"...9:01..... She goes through security (third time for the day!) and goes in search of the right room. She eventually finds the answer on the paper she is holding in her hand - the same one that contains the correct address for the location she is now at. At 9:07 she slides into a seat in the correct place. So much for being early. So much for being right down the street.
Now the business at hand. Of course her name had already been called - by an amazing twist of fate the judge asked if he had missed anyone and she raised her hand. He excused the ticket and only required a small court fee. She paid the fee and left much more calm than before.
One more fun twist to my friend's story. A few days later a letter came from the court that she had written the wrong amount on the check and owed five more dollars....Seriously, I'm not making this up. It was just a bad bad day to be blonde.
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