I don’t have a cheque book myself but I would think it would be annoying to think a cheque has been cashed only to find the money disappear from your account months later. People like to know how much money they have left so they can plan for monthly bills etc.
This pisses me off so much, I once dropped to my knees and still managed to outpace the person I with. I was like “wtf is wrong with you? Are you disabled? Are you a mummy?Is this “Night Of The Living Dead”? Then PICK UP THE PACE, please!” :mad:
I mean, does brushing their teeth take 10 minutes, or do they just do a crappy job in the same 2 minutes most of use? Does it take them 10 minutes to make a PB&J sandwich? I don’t do things inordinately fast, but some people are just SLOW. :rolleyes:
When I find that someone I’m working with can’t keep up with my walking pace as we move from job to job on a gig, I’ll find someone else to work with. And if they ask, I’ll tell them that no one wants to pay them to walk all day, they want to pay to see shit get done.
I swear, it’s like some people grew up with no concept of “hustle”. 
:eek:
My mum would probably say the same thing about me. I’m just a low-energy person - I have trouble generating a sense of urgency about things until the last minute, and so I run perpetually late. It’s not that I don’t care or don’t want to do better, it’s just that the spaciness takes over despite my best intentions.
I don’t* think* I’m an unintelligent person, I just don’t move quickly. Sorry guys.
Exactly. We could be getting our asses kicked at work and slow guy would…still…be…moving…at…a…snail’s…pace…
Sometimes you just gotta pick up the pace a bit. :smack:
I don’t like people who move slow. But people who are a lot quicker than me are disturbing too. Unfortunately, I’m a lot like Goldilocks when it comes to others’ speed.
You can’t close a bank account if there are out-standing checks. I was annoyed to learn this when nearly three months later a check for $7 held up being able to close one :mad:
I walk quickly, but it takes deliberate effort to do anything else quickly. I think it’s partially because I have a million things on my mind at once, all competing for attention, and it’s easy for me to forget to focus on the task at hand, and and start thinking about/doing something else. This trait drove my mother crazy when I was young, but it quite likely lead to saving my father’s life,* so she let it go.
*For anyone who cares how this happened - she was waiting for me to do something, while trying to rush me along, and the room we happened to be in, was situated just right for her to hear him weakly calling for help after he got trapped under the car he was working on. If we’d gone upstairs as quickly as she’d wanted us to, we’d never have heard him, and he would have been crushed.
Not exactly; you subtract the amount from your balance assuming the money will come out of your account promptly, but if it doesn’t, your bank balance is inaccurate for a longer than ideal period, and if you have happened to write cheques for similar amounts at the same time and only one clears, it’s easy to miss that both haven’t cleared. Cheques will also stale-date in six months to a year after they are written and are no longer valid. You may need to re-issue a cheque that you thought had already cleared your account if this happens, screwing up your systems and generating extra work. Basically, cheques should be cashed as soon as reasonably possible - holding onto them is a dick move.
I’ve heard this type of worker described as a piano builder (as in, “You’re just putting in a light switch, not building a piano”). 
I used to think it was people west of the Mississippi vs. people from the east, with the eastern people on full tilt speed and the western/midwestern/southwestern just more relaxed about things. I based this on the fact that in cities like Denver and Des Moines, I am one of the faster walkers, even though I’m not trying to go fast, but in NYC I’m going with the flow or getting passed myself.
This was bolstered by a person from the east in my dance class who once asked, apparently mistaking me for an easterner, if I didn’t just find people who were native to the midwest just terribly slow–not mentally, but for instance if you asked a question. I said yes. Really fast.
But. I had a coworker. She was a copy editor on a newspaper I worked for, and she was very good, very detailed, didn’t miss a thing. But there are times in the life of a newspaper when you have a deadline and you have to speed things up and just fly. She couldn’t do that. And she grew up in NYC.
So there went that theory.
My husband is like that. He moves in slow motion and I’m sorry to say it is pure and simple LAZINESS. It drives me crazy. I on the other hand am early for everything.
When it is really busy in our shopping mall, you can tell who are the people walking slowly. They have a few feet of people-free space in front of them. And impatient people behind them, of which they are usually unaware.
ETA : why older people drive slowly. (Cracked article, scroll down)
I used to say that my late husband had only one speed. I called it “Rick time.” Everything just took him longer. He would regularly go get pizza for my niece and me and just when I thought he must have had a wreck or something, it couldn’t have taken that long, there he would be in the parking lot. I would always be out of the car before him, no matter who was driving. I was always ready first, and if we were in a hurry, it would drive me insane. He just didn’t have a faster gear. According to his mother, he was always that way. I think some people are just born that way.
My gal’s as cute as she can be.
I love her sexy bones.
And I’m not one to look for faults,
Lord knows, I’ve got my own.
But there’s one thing about my girl
That’s really hard to bear–
If she’s supposed to be somewhere,
She’s real late gettin’ there.
She’s livin’ on
Southern Standard Time,
Southern Standard Time,
Her clock is running way behind,
It’s Southern Standard Time.
Now what if I decide I want
This woman for my wife?
She probably won’t get to the church
Until the wedding night.
But maybe we can live to be
The world’s oldest pair,
For when it’s time to pack it in,
We’ll be late gettin’ there.
We’ll be livin’ on
Southern Standard Time…
– Harry Middlebrooks, Southern Standard Time (excerpt)
I was on course with some colleagues in a large learning complex and the walk to the cafeteria was a good 5 minutes at my speed. When we were dismissed for our 30 minute lunch I just couldn’t walk with my I’m going to take my sweet time meandering down the halls colleagues.
I said, sorry I like you guys but your too slow and I don’t want to have to wolf down lunch.
Beep Beep !!!
You guys cleaning up our mess ? What’s that about we just running into old ladies knocking em down but don’t even notice because we’re moving at tron speed ?
You’re funny.
I’ll admit it. I’m one of those slow people. I don’t do it on purpose and I am generally apologetic.
I can remember many times my employers would complain that I wasn’t fast enough. I worked fast food and didn’t make the food or make change fast enough. I always did what I was told and had a friendly upbeat personality, was always liked by customers but I guess I just move slow physically. I’m not real chatty so that’s not it.
When I was a painter I was considered the hardest worker, but I was also the slowest painter. They probably thought I was working harder because it took me so long to finish my work.
I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me really. Maybe I really just don’t care.
My husband can be slow, but his problem is that he’s constantly second-guessing everything he does. “Is this dish really clean? Better scrub it again to be sure.” “Did I lock that door? Better go back and check”. Some of it is a kind of OCD thing with him, but most of it I think is just the way he is.
On the bright side, you can be sure that the finished product will be high quality. The standard joke about items he’s welded down at the shop “You’ll have to get a crane to move it, but it’ll never break”.
One time one of the guys wrecked a dump truck while pulling a trailer. The truck rolled a complete barrel roll. Hubby had welded the military-style hitch onto the trailer tongue - it didn’t break. The truck came to rest on its side with the trailer still attached and everything.
It’s probably has to do with dopamine and many other chemicals at a quantum level. That doesn’t necessarily mean that the retarded or slowed physically are deficient at a conscious or inner level… I think it is more a relativity thing… what’s fast… what’s slow… what’s the speed of humanity? Is a flies wings fast… or only relative.
What’s slow is smooth, and what’s smooth is fast.
I’m not slow at all, neither is my wife, thank God. Seriously, if she were we’d get divorced very soon.
Mine does that when my blood pressure is too low; note that in my case “normal” is defined thereabouts of 80/60. I know people for whom it’s related to low blood sugar. In other words, there may be a medical reason for it, and if you can find it you may be able to avoid/solve those states.
I’m self employed. I get the same pay if I take an hour or two weeks. I get to the job fast. I work fast. I do my best work at blazing speeds. My lunch is less than five minutes (more like two). I finish fast. I drive home fast.
Then I slack off totally. I was home today by 2:30. Five minutes later I was watching a movie.
God help you if you get in my way when I’m working. Otherwise, I have all day.