As I sit here with my bottle of wine completely emptied, I’m reminded that I still need to set goals for myself for this year–so here goes!
I hate being late. HATE IT. I think it is incredibly rude and disrespectful.
So then why is it always happening to me??
I’ll tell you why–it’s because I hate waiting almost as much as I hate being late. My hatred of waiting is why I try to calculate EXACTLY how long it will take me to get to there
if I hit all the green lights and don’t need to stop for gas under normal driving conditions, and then I add about 30 seconds to that time in the interest of being early. When it gets close to my scheduled time to leave I think to myself, Oh, I still have five minutes to spare! I could make one more phone call/send one more email/pluck my eyebrows/squeeze in a quick workout. And then of course five minutes later arrives and I get up to leave but first I need to run to the bathroom, and fill up my water bottle, and find my keys, and should I try to squeeze in just one more email??
Now I’m in my car, pulse beginning to elevate over the fact that I’m stopped a red light when red lights were not factored into my plan, but now that I’m just sitting here waiting maybe I could shoot off that email I didn’t get a chance to send? Draft a quick blog post on a Taco Bell napkin? Google something?? AGH! I’m just sitting here not doing anything and this damn light is making me late! The light turns green before I can even finish alphabetizing and prioritizing my list of things I could be doing while stopped at said light, and I’m on my way.
DAMMIT, I forgot to factor in parking time! And I’ve got the 4″ heels on today instead of the 3″ heels–I should have added at least another 30 seconds!
Finally I race into the meeting attempting to sound sufficiently breathless over my dramatic stiletto race to the conference room, apologizing profusely saying, “I’m so sorry I’m late! The traffic/weather/parking lot was horrible!” Followed by, “I’m so sorry to keep you waiting.”
While this little voice in my head adds, But better you than me.
AGH!! SO. NOT. COOL. DUSTY!
My days of being late are over. My new plan is to calculate exactly how long it will take me to get to there fifteen minutes early. I will then embrace that
damn waiting time iPhone time by checking my personal email, browsing my Google Reader, chatting with my friends, and Facebooking. Fun things. Things I want to do. Things much better than waiting. I’m going to be so early to meetings that I’ll be oozing punctuality and respect. People are going to think I was late for the last meeting I’ll be so damn early for the next one.
So there you have it. That is my goal. In 2011 I resolve to be on time. Other goals for the year include running 400 miles, and finding more time for blogging, but I’m pretty sure the punctuality one will be my biggest challenge of the three. I don’t have an exact plan for how I’m going to determine whether or not I’m successful at this goal, but I’m pretty sure I can whip something up at my next red light.