I am NOTORIOUS for being late. When my friend is running late for work, she calls it “Lynette-ing”. I’m not late to everything, but I’m always late to work. Mornings aren’t for me. It’s always been a character flaw – I was late for grade school every morning, late for high school, late for college, late for work. Late, late, late. In my last performance review at work, one of the “goals” I was given was to get to work no more than 30 minutes late. I did well for a month or two, until I was back in my old hour-late pattern.
During a typical night, I’m woken a few times between 2:00 and 4:00, so I’ve just fallen back asleep when I should be getting up – making it nearly impossible for me to drag my sorry butt out of bed. I’ll usually land up getting out of bed 45 minutes or an hour past when I should have.
Last night was thankfully different. The cats woke me at 11:30, then I slept until almost 5:00 when they woke me again. By that time, I realized I could just get up. I’d be getting out of bed about 45 minutes before my alarm went off. So, there I was… two hours ahead of my usual schedule. It felt pretty great. I hydrated, medicated, and fed the cats, got myself ready – I was even making great time.
It didn’t matter. I got to work 15 minutes late. It’s like some eerie black hole or time warp. I just CAN’T get to work on time. It’s as though the universe won’t allow it. You know those sci-fi shows where the hero can time travel, but has to avoid running into himself or he’ll destroy the time-space continuum? Perhaps if I was to work on time, I’d ruin some delicate balance. I don’t know. I do know there was a better selection of breakfast pastries at work at this earlier time.
Life of the Lintee Bean 
I used to be late for EVERYTHING! But now, it’s just work. I dunno what it is. I can get up an hour early and still be 15 minutes late. This is a huge issue with my boss’s wife right now and I just can’t get here no matter what I do. I had no idea that you were a “late-y” too! I am thrilled to be in such good company! 🙂
OMG my daughter is exactly like this! she has had times when she was so proud of herself for dragging herself out of bed with plenty of time to spare, only to find she made it to work late even so!
she is late to everything, not just work.
but its being late to work that is causing her a LOT of problems, in these parts, punctuality is a serious issue and i strongly suspect that the reason she was just laid off from her job was due to chronic tardiness. sucks, because it was a really good job.
i have to tell her that other cool and creative people (she is both as well, cool and creative) have similar issues with time.
sorry i’ve not been around much, very very busy. and if it makes you feel any better, i only have 4 MySpace friends.
😛
hugs
althea
You ladies CRACK ME UP! 😀
Actually, I was at work by 9:00 one day this week! I couldn’t BELIEVE it! In true time-warp form, I have no idea why, really… but there I was. I started walking into Starbucks, realized it was 8:55, and decided to forego coffee in lieu of actually being to work when I should!
Well, really we start at 8:30, but they count me as “on time” if I’m here by 9:00.
I was actually at work on time most of the days this week..one day 15 minutes late.. Of course on the days I was here REALLY close to 8am, no one checked on me, but on the day I was late, the boss’s wife called at 8:01 to check. Grrrr…
I don’t have any MySpace friends. Dr. Phil made me askeered of MySpace!! BUT…I am planning on doing a blog soon! This is such fun!
Rock on! 😉
Definitely you need a blog, Ruthe!
Blog on! 😉
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I agree w/ Ruthe. The couple times I’ve actually left my house early to get to work on time. The train doesn’t work, or there’s a fatality at one of the stops or I forgot my wallet in my apt and have to run back.
Something always comes up EVEN WHEN I LEAVE MY HOUSE ON TIME.
Everyday that I’m late and my boss is here before me and I cringe. She doesn’t speak to me for about two hours and I don’t speak to her b/c I know she’s pissed. I’m her assistant basically and I come in after her everyday! I’ve worked here for a year, and she knows I do good work with the exception of my chronic tardiness.
I pray at night that I could leave my house at 830 to be here at nine but I end up leave at 855 every day! Getting into work at around 935 when I’m supposed to be there at nine.
It’s rough. It’s really a problem that I have. With Work-College-everything. The only thing I seem to be on time for is shopping dates w/ girlfriends 🙂