As one of the naturally prompt people of the world, this kind of thing makes me NUTS! There are so many things wrong with being this late all the time. Don’t you know how long it takes to do things, to drive <wherever>, to get dressed? And the complete lack of consideration for the person/people you are supposed to meet! It boggles the mind. I don’t understand the thinking that assumes people will even wait for you when you screw them around like this.
I’ve known people and even lived with a guy like this. Whatever time period he gave you, multiply by four, and that would be close to his arrival time. Fifteen minutes? Count on seeing him in an hour. An hour-=he might pull up four hours later. He missed his brother’s college graduation because he was late.
It’s funny, I grew up in a family of late people, and I hate it. I try to be early for most things. But for some reason I can’t hang on to the bitterness. My grandmother is probably the worst offender, and while I’m waiting, I will sit there stewing in my furiousness, but the second I see her face I’m all, ‘‘Grandma!’’
That’s the problem, IMO. You all wait. If I’m meeting someone at noon, come 12:15 I’m outa there. If I get a call at 12:30 asking where the hell I am, I explain that I was there at noon, gave them a 15 minute leeway, then left.
ThelmaLou, honestly, there are times when I think you are me. I left a guy because he could not ever EVER be on time. That saying about being late for his own funeral was invented for him. No wonder I was f’in crazy the whole time we were together.
Sr. Weasel, I must add, is actually the slowest person ever recorded in human history. Any time we need to go anywhere, he is all about taking ten minutes to tie his shoes and then spending 30 minutes in the bathroom. I won’t say he’s ever caused catastrophic lateness, but we never leave the house at the time I would have liked. I am insanely impatient and very anxious when I’m running late. And when it looks like we’re going to barely make it on time, that counts as late. You could have traffic, or have a collision with a moose, you never know!
This was my oldest sister. She’s much older than me and had children when I (and she) was young. I used to say that she had her own clock because, whatever time she told you she would be there, would have no bearing on when she would actually be there. There was one occasion where my other sister and I were watching her kids on a Friday night and she didn’t show up to pick them up until SUNDAY. Not cool.
I finally explained to my husband last weekend about why I am so anxious about being late. It feels VERY rude to me. It feels like you are saying “Sorry, friend, but your time just isn’t as important as mine.”
Now for an unrelated minirant - I injured my shoulder in a car accident earlier this year. It is now snowing and I may have to shovel the walk if my husband can’t get to it. I am not sure that I can without hurting myself (again) and that really frustrates me.
Sometimes I don’t wait. Like you, 15 mins is about my limit.
It got to where we would go in separate cars, Which is what you should do, Spice Weasel. Seriously. Be civil about it, “I just want to get there when I said I’d be there. You come later, and I’m sure it will be no prob.” Then get in your car and go.
Called out Millennial Snowflake coworker (see post 12) on her continued lack of effort at work and how it is causing me to have to pick up the slack and in turn, not get my own work done. I received all the excuses I expected to receive. She clearly doesn’t think any of this is her fault. She doesn’t understand that this is an ongoing issue that only just came to a head yesterday. All her excuses were for why she could not get her job done on Saturday evening. None of the addressed the ongoing problem. She added that she never complains when I don’t finish my work (um, what?). She even ended by saying how she’s sorry she’s become “such a burden” to the department. :rolleyes:
I spoke to the store manager about it yesterday because I was so frustrated, when I got to work and saw the mess, that I needed to talk to someone. I’m heading to work in a bit to talk with my department manager. I know they won’t do much if anything until after Christmas because a warm body is better than nobody at this point. I just need someone to tell me the issue will be addressed at some point…or that it won’t, in which case, I can start looking for a new job or at least a new department.
I have an ex who was chronically late, and just didn’t get that it was an issue. The worst was when we had scrimped and saved to get to the final gig of his favourite band, before they broke up. It was at the other end of England, and I’d booked train tickets, with a designated seat, because it’s much cheaper that way and we didn’t have the cash for unrestricted tickets.
I knew he was always late, so I’d told him the train left at 12, when it actually left at 12.30. Sure enough, when it came time to leave, he was still packing, or doing something, while I was waiting in his Dad’s car to get a lift to the station. We got to the station , pretty much exactly 30 minutes after the time I’d said the train would be, just as the actual, on time, train arrived… and he was pissed off at me for the entire 5 hour train journey, for lying about the train time.
Him being so late we’d both miss the trip we’d been planning and saving for months for? Not a problem, apparently, but a white lie that stopped that from happening? Well, that was me being horrible, implying that he was always late :rolleyes:
I did say ‘ex’, right?
Boo and hiss to the makers of k-cups and other single serving coffees for missing out on the entire market of people who would like some tasty but sugar-free options. I thought most Americans were obese and racing headlong into diabetes? Apparently, that’s a good thing.
On the lateness thing, yeah, I’ve had a few friends who were perpetually late. I simply started telling them exactly when I would be somewhere and when I would leave. We drove off and left one guy behind because he kept telling us he was at the lights outside another friend’s apartments, when we could see the intersection and knew he wasn’t there. Just waved to him as he went by the other way about a half mile down the road.
Geez, Filbert. I’d be shooting back with “You’re angry that we didn’t miss the train?, or that this only proves you’re always late and I was right to tell you that it left earlier?”
I have spent 18 years trying to get the lil’wrekker to places on time. Preaching and lecturing didn’t work. So I became the pushy Mom, sometimes physically pulling her up and shoving her in the shower. Guess what happened? She went away to college and learned the door would be locked if she didn’t get to class on time. She was locked out of her dorm twice because she missed curfew. (I have family in the town, she was able to go to them). She no longer misses curfew or meal times. I should’ve had a little tough love about this while she was in high school. But…I didn’t. She learned it anyway. I knew she had it in her! She is such a good girl. And…wait for it…her grades were great! Yay!!
How can they, when hiding in the bushes until you leave for a minute to put a Delivery notice on the door instead of a package takes so much of their day? :rolleyes:
My wife is the same. I have to tell her the film starts at 2Pm for a 2:30 movie, otherwise we dont get there until 2:40, 2:50. Which with ads and previews- sometimes works. But then you have to “excuse me” thru the aisles, etc.
Someday I’m going to introduce the world to my brilliant technique for making coffee that is more flexible and advanced than any of those, and totally supersedes the k-cup! The basic idea is so advanced that it’s hard to explain in a brief post, but I can give you the core or gist of it. What I do is put a measured amount of coffee in a filter and pour hot water over it. This causes coffee to magically appear in my favorite coffee mug, the one with pictures of cows all over it.
I’m going to patent and market this idea as soon as I come up with a snazzy name for it. My tentative name for this technology is Making Coffee™.
Or, IOW, I have never understood the appeal of pre-packaged coffee systems like k-cups, but maybe I’m missing something.
