I’ve had a list of “The Lost Arts” on my laptop workspace for months. The Lost Arts are those things Mom and Ang harped on constantly.
Even though I’ve made loads of mistakes, I have certain ingrained manners in my head. All those manners speak to me in Mom’s (and/or Aunt Ang’s) voice.
So, a while back, I posted The Lost Arts – The RSVP. What the heck is wrong with people who don’t think it’s important to RSVP?
Another while back, I found this article by Greg Savage on Vitabites –
You Are Not Running Late – about serial late people. I love that he used that word – serial.
To some people, that’s what this little tardiness is. A serial offense.
I’m not talking, “I had a flat tire, I’m running late.” Or, “My babysitter had a flat tire, so I’m running late.”
I’m talking no matter what time you agree to meet the serial late person, that serial offender shows up late. I’m not sure if it’s bad time management…or your time means nothing to this person.
Growing up, I remember my Aunt Agnes telling me if I was late to anything, I was, in effect, saying, “My time is more important than your time.”
If we are having brunch at 10:00, I usually show up by 9:50. If I am supposed to meet you for dinner at 5:30, I’m gonna be waiting for you by about 5:20. Because I do not want to be late and make you wait for me.
I do not need it tattooed on my leg.
I experienced a few recent instances of waiting on late people. And Ang is right. It ticks me off that the other person cares nothing for my time.
What really ticks me off is meeting facilitators who decide, at the appointed hour, “We’ll wait just a few more minutes for stragglers.” Why the heck should a room full of on-time people wait for late people? That burns my buns.
Do you have a serial late person in your life? Have you talked to him/her about it?
How do you handle people who are late, consistently?
Are you a serial late person? Do you think it’s important to be on time?