I'd like to think I'm rather savvy when it comes to time management. I also think it doesn't matter if I think it, I'm always late.
I'm usually on time actually.
My routine has less responsibilities now, though. I have less stops to make in the morning so I really don't have to rush to get out of the door....or maybe I do but the pressure isn't as intense as it usually feels? Well, normally I leave the house at 7:30....this week, I've been leaving at 8:15/8:20...I know, I feel your disappointed head shake from here. I'm shaking my own head (#smoh) at my own self (#smohamos).
Wednesday, I'm pulling out of my driveway at about 8:17. In my mind, from experience, I already know that leaving the daycare at 8:17 puts me in my office parking lot at 8:32...and I'm just leaving out of my driveway. Fuck. Anyway, I'm flying safely around my cul-de-sac and who's backing out of their driveway? Another mom...who I know for sure is unemployed. Which is not a judgemental statement; it's an observation. I know at 8:17, she has nowhere urgent to get to "on time". So I politely swerved around her as she was backing up...I had the right of way anyway, right? I make it to the daycare at around 8:20, yes I was late to work.
Next day, I leave even later! She backed out right as I was coming around the corner...and I had to wait for her to put her car from reverse...to drive. Which took forever...like she was checking her phone maybe before pulling off? I don't know but I was pissed. We get to the daycare almost right after one another and she stats a conversation with me about how sorry she felt about nearly hitting me the day before. I assured her that she politely got swerved on because I was late, which I am again today actually...and she continued to talk to me about God and my safety is more valuable than my job. And that time stops for no one so you have to live your best life.....
Now, I'm positive her intentions were from a beautiful place. In my mind at the time all I could seem to think of was how to politely tell her to shut the fuck up and get out of my way. After I wiggled free from that annoying conversation I thought to myself..."She's absolutely right. I never want to run into her again. She never stops talking. I'm going to be early tomorrow."
Sure enough, I was early as fuck today bwahahahaaaa!
Only took another adult telling me how to be an adult to annoy me enough to get my shit together...go figure. I know myself like my favorite book. Which is The Crocodile and The Dentist. Classic.
So that's my goal...fuck being early to work for my professional integrity, I'm going to be early to avoid the other mom/my neighbor. I've figured, the reason doesn't matter; it's the action that follows the thought that counts.
I'm usually on time actually.
My routine has less responsibilities now, though. I have less stops to make in the morning so I really don't have to rush to get out of the door....or maybe I do but the pressure isn't as intense as it usually feels? Well, normally I leave the house at 7:30....this week, I've been leaving at 8:15/8:20...I know, I feel your disappointed head shake from here. I'm shaking my own head (#smoh) at my own self (#smohamos).
Wednesday, I'm pulling out of my driveway at about 8:17. In my mind, from experience, I already know that leaving the daycare at 8:17 puts me in my office parking lot at 8:32...and I'm just leaving out of my driveway. Fuck. Anyway, I'm flying safely around my cul-de-sac and who's backing out of their driveway? Another mom...who I know for sure is unemployed. Which is not a judgemental statement; it's an observation. I know at 8:17, she has nowhere urgent to get to "on time". So I politely swerved around her as she was backing up...I had the right of way anyway, right? I make it to the daycare at around 8:20, yes I was late to work.
Next day, I leave even later! She backed out right as I was coming around the corner...and I had to wait for her to put her car from reverse...to drive. Which took forever...like she was checking her phone maybe before pulling off? I don't know but I was pissed. We get to the daycare almost right after one another and she stats a conversation with me about how sorry she felt about nearly hitting me the day before. I assured her that she politely got swerved on because I was late, which I am again today actually...and she continued to talk to me about God and my safety is more valuable than my job. And that time stops for no one so you have to live your best life.....
Now, I'm positive her intentions were from a beautiful place. In my mind at the time all I could seem to think of was how to politely tell her to shut the fuck up and get out of my way. After I wiggled free from that annoying conversation I thought to myself..."She's absolutely right. I never want to run into her again. She never stops talking. I'm going to be early tomorrow."
Sure enough, I was early as fuck today bwahahahaaaa!
Only took another adult telling me how to be an adult to annoy me enough to get my shit together...go figure. I know myself like my favorite book. Which is The Crocodile and The Dentist. Classic.
So that's my goal...fuck being early to work for my professional integrity, I'm going to be early to avoid the other mom/my neighbor. I've figured, the reason doesn't matter; it's the action that follows the thought that counts.
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