That is my particular pet peeve. I hate it when people are late.
It shows that you think your time is more valuable than mine.
It’s fucking disrespectful.
I don’t care if there’s a traffic jam – leave earlier if you know it’s going to be congested. There’s no excuses for being late.
I always try to be early and in the few occasions I can count on my hand that I’m late, I’ll call ahead and tell the people I’m meeting up with that I will be late, citing the reason(s) for my tardiness.
However, just now, I got lost (NO EXCUSES!) due to my GPS and was one of the last ones to arrive. I did call ahead to say I’ll be late (my GPS told me to go down an extremely narrow pedestrian walk and I scraped the front of my car trying to reverse out) but I still feel really bad about it.
I think it’s my obsession with time. I suspect it also has something to do with my past.
Back then, everyone had to wait, even celebrities (read Life by Keith Richards). It’s a mixture of two things – people in this particular line of work are generally tardy, especially if they are consumers too. However, it’s most of all, a power play.
It practically shouts – I HAVE SOMETHING YOU WANT AND YOU HAVE TO WAIT THE ENTIRE GODDAMNED NIGHT FOR ME AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. HAH!
It’s an expression of dominance. I know. I’ve done it before, sad to say. In closed markets like that – you have no choice. You wait.
I’ve waited eight (8) fucking hours IN MY CAR about 9 years ago when I haven’t established myself in a new place. He was the only person I knew.
I had delusions of shooting the guy in the face and that was what sustained me. I didn’t do it though. It would have gotten me shot as well, if not at that time, then sometime in the near future.
…when he finally came, I had to fork over the money with a shit eating grin on my face.
It’s degrading and shameful. You hate yourself, but still, you wait, coz the hold it has over you is stronger than your pride. Fuck, it hurts to admit that, but it’s true.
…but that’s all in the past now. I have started a new life (and brought over the emotional baggage where I abhor waiting ) and I don’t do it anymore.
I still have a thing about time though. I don’t like to be kept waiting and I don’t keep others waiting.
Being on time is a virtue a lot of people don’t get. If you say you’re going to be there at a certain time, then be there!
That is what I meant to say in this post – either be on time or inform the other person and postpone it to another date if you can’t make it.
Don’t make people waste their time waiting. Time is something you’ll never get back.
Tempus is fugiting!
I get angry enough to tackle a train when kept waiting. That’s my pet peeve.
What’s yours? Were you ever so angry you tackled a train?