People who are chronically late piss me off

I think it was Firehand over at Irons in the Fire who observed that March weather is manic-depressive and she has a history of going off her meds.

The same can be said of war. There is nothing predictable about war except every party with a finger in the pudding will try to spin it to their advantage.

A system of rain-storms is passing through our area. The weather is cold and dreary rather than violent like the storms in Texas, Louisiana and the rest of the south.

Venting

I like to think that there are not many things that can push-my-buttons. 

Threaten my family? Check.

Let the vehicle run out of gas? Check.

People who are late? Check-check-checkity-check.

Kubota was late. Again.

I pulled into his driveway. 

I saw no lights on in any of the windows. 

I texted "I am here".

Then I call three times. He did not pick up.

I left one minute after our agreed upon pick-up time of 6:20.

Kubota called just as I was lowering myself into my recliner with a cup of coffee. 

"Where are you?"

I shared my displeasure with him when I picked him up.

Its a mad, mad world

There are many people in our new, touchy-feely world who promote the idea that holding people accountable to time is dehumanizing. They would have us believe that it "values life and emotions" to switch to "more humane, third-world ideas of time". 

The most radical would have us believe that "time" is racist and was invented to repress peoples-of-color (except yellow ones).

That balloon is pretty easy to pop. A meeting is called or some task is scheduled. Nine people show up on-time while number ten is late. What does that say about the value of the nine people's time? Remember, we are on this earth for a limited number of heart-beats. Every heartbeat wasted waiting for Mr Draggy-feet is a heartbeat not spent with your loved ones, a heartbeat not spent in the activity you could not do because you made showing up on-time a priority.

Being late sends the message "Nobody else here matters except for me. Your lives and priorities are of no consequence to me." If that message is tolerated, then it becomes an exercise in signalling dominance and everybody starts coming late.

Simple to solve

I told Kubota that the next time he was not ready at 6:20 I would turn off my phone and drive away. We have an agreement and his not being ready breaks it. He can find another way to-and-from work or he can quit. NMFP.

The other time he was late was March 18 and he was suffering from cerveza verde influenza and he didn't call me until 7:35. I am not going to sit in his driveway for an hour-and-fifteen minutes. For all I know he decided to spend the night at his girlfriend's or his boss called and told him to take the day off.

This pisses me off. I don't need the aggravation and chaos.

Thanks for letting me vent.