There aren’t too many things I hate, but I hate being late. I hate it with the white-hot intensity of a thousand burning suns. There is a particular lateness I despise the most — it is when you get up way early and have tons of time before you need to be at work, and somehow you end up tardy. This is what happens to me:
Alarm goes off at 6 am — don’t have to be at work until 9 am. Awesome.
6:00 – 6:20 am — sleepily look at ceiling and consider the benefits of getting up early
6:20 – 6:40 am — take a longer shower than usual (there so much time)
6:40 – 7:00 am — extra time means extra grooming – I can take care of those stray hairs on my ears and eyebrows
7:00 – 7:40 am — make a huge breakfast for myself (I usually never have time to do so, but there is so much time to kill)
7:40 – 8:20 am — get caught up in drawing pictures
8:20 – 8:30 am — grind beans and begin process of making delicious organic coffee
8:30 – 8:55 am — do a bit of reading (it is never this quiet in the morning to do any reading)
8:55 – 9:05 am — organize my DVDs
9:05 – 9:06 am — get phone call from boss and tell him I am on my way
9:06 – 9:11 am — roll into work late, without my coffee but having done a bunch of lame things I never have time to do
I hate being late.