Wednesday, April 21, 2004

I will be there

I have confessed that I don’t do everything as timely as I used to. However, when I go some place, I get there on time or a little early. That habit was beaten into me as a child and I will never be late unless there is a typhoon in my path.

 

However, I have friends who don’t dance to the same clock, so to speak. To protect the innocent, I will call my friend Amy. When I meet Amy, which is often, we go through a whole time dance. “What time do you want to meet?” I will ask. “Oh, 6:15, 6:30,” she will respond. Now this confuses me. What time is that? A range? Does that mean I should be there at 6:15, 6:30, or right in the middle? So I ask what that means. She says oh, you know, somewhere in there...and I just don’t get it. I suggest she pick one, 6:15 or 6:30. I have already learned to let her pick the time and hope that will help. She will then get testy with me and say she isn’t sure if she can make it by 6:15 or not, but she will try, and if she can’t, she hopes to be there by 6:30. With a sigh, I give up and wait for her from 6:15 to maybe 7.

 

Luckily this friend is a wonderful friend whom I would trust with my wallet. She is a great friend who can’t tell time and doesn’t see any reason why she should. After all, it is no problem for her. She is just on “Amy time.” I have asked if the scheduled time is on real time or Amy time before. It’s good for a laugh at least.

 

Being late is a common trait of passive aggressive personalities. Personally I think they feel their time is more important than mine, hence their willingness to let me sit and wait for them knowing I will be there at the stated time. They assure me that they don’t disregard the value of my time. We discuss this the day after our meeting time, since I gave up after 45 minutes and went home.

 

My solution to this is to have added the Internet to my cell phone. I can play games or read the news and weather while I wait. For some reason I just can’t go at 6:45 when I said I would be there at 6:15. There is no time game for me. I suppose I could tell Amy 5:45, but then what if she shows up on “time?” Arrggh. I can’t ask her to wait for me.

 

Just don’t try to convince me that people who are always late don’t have some control issues.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh man i agree...i have a friend like this...it drives me totally nuts......
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Anonymous said...

oh and i noticed your listening to lawn mowers...mee too...lol
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Anonymous said...

I would've been here sooner. Sorry I'm late. A bear ate my tuxedo and I never set foot in here without it.

Anonymous said...

Hmm, I never made the connection of the chronically late people being aggressive personalities, but you're right there.  I'm the only one in my family EVER on time and have a time schedule for everyone else.  If it's my sister, add 30 minutes to whatever she says.  For my older brother, I add an hour to his ETA. ¤Holly

Anonymous said...

My friend Julie does this to me. I always add a half hour to convert to "Julie Time." No need to protect her. She knows she's doing it. I can set my watch by her eye twitching.