Saturday, March 8, 2008

A Hazard of Life

This weekend has been one really hectic weekend, especially considering the lack of actual things to do. And if you're thinking I'm being over dramatic, I assure you I am not. I'm not exaggerating by 'busy'. In fact, were you in my shoes you might even call it crazy. Probably not. But you might. Who knows?

I'd give you a list, but I'll be honest...Just reading the list, things wouldn't seem so busy. In fact, truth be told the only thing really throwing me off (besides my current inability, or so it would seem, to go to bed before nearly three in the morning) is the lack of planning involved. Through no one person's fault things just haven't been going very smoothly. Being involved in a group of friends who all have jobs can mean that finding time where we can all get together can be rather... difficult. And when I say difficult, you should know that I really mean very nearly impossible. Couple that with not having definite times for everything and you've got yourself the kind of weekend where you feel more like you're on call.

This isn't always a bad thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not dissing spontaneity or anything, so anyone who swears by it, never fear - I don't intend to get all up in your business. But sometimes it's very helpful to know when you're supposed to be...wherever it is you're supposed to be.  Especially if being late (or let's face it, not being there at all) makes you feel bad. Which is what I've been dealing with. I don't like being late, nor do I like being the last person to arrive at any given group function I find myself involved in. Unfortunately it would seem that being prompt or on time or whatever it is you call it can be nearly as impossible as getting everyone together. 

I'm not really sure where I'm going with this - other than that I wanted to babble. And haha joke's on you - this is my blog so I can babble if I want. :)

Anyway, as I have been on the topic of being on time I have to wrap this up. Work awaits and do you know what's worse than being late to a dinner reservation or a birthday party? Being late to work. Where your boss, unlike your friends (who are undoubtedly good natured and forgiving in their pointing-out-your-lateness), will be absolutely not pleased at your tardiness.

Until next time!

1 comment:

imagewerx said...

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