i’m late. i’m always late. i was born like 2 weeks late, so i think there’s some sort of gentic thing to blame. my lateness is my worst, most annoying habit of all time. it drives me nuts that i am late, and yet i still can’t seem to manage to be early. i was late for my first day of work at Hell, Inc. and yet, they kept me.
i think my eternal optimism is to blame for my lateness. i’m just absolutely positive that nothing will take that long and i’ll be there right on time. after 33 years you think this pollyanna-time bullshit would wear off. but it hasn’t.
there are only two times i can remember not being late. both those times were when i was having lunch with NBFB. why was i on time? because he would totally kick my ass for being late. and today, i am going to see if i can make it a third. but then it’s 10:47 and according to google maps it takes 27 minutes to get to Eagan and, well, i am still in my pajamas.
keep your fingers crossed for me.