I suffer from the uncanny ability to be prompt. Unfortunately, this does not align to a majority of my work colleagues, friends or family (with the exception of my brother), who are chronic late people (or just ‘really relaxed’). It’s like it is ingrained in me – I just can’t be late. IF I think I will be late – man I stress! I’ve possibly programmed myself, in order to avoid the stress, to be a chronically early person.
More often than not, I arrive at places at least 30 minutes early. Then I either sit in the car listening to the radio, wander around the streets, play with my phone, anything to look ‘busy’ – waiting for the time that I was meant to meet up with someone. I then usually spend another half an hour waiting as they are running late.
Sometimes I try really hard to be late – deliberately. But then I usually end up being right on time, so then I wait.
I admit this is where the I-Phone has come in handy. It is the perfect device to occupy my time and keep me busy, whilst I’m standing on the street corner waiting…or sitting in the restaurant waiting…really just thinking, clock watching and waiting.