Your Late-ness, Verabear

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I have never been known for my punctuality. It’s either I come in just in the nick of time, or whoever I’m meeting with comes in later than I do, or I’m completely and unforgivably late. I think it’s a chronic condition, I’ve just always been like that. Not caring too much about getting wherever at exactly the right time. Except maybe for job interviews. Ah, and airline flights. And okay, sometimes for work-related stuff too.

That is a trait I am not proud of, not at all. I kid about it, and I take all jabs directed at me about punctuality. I have come to accept it, to a certain extent. But to fully take it for what it is and not do anything about it, is completely bonkers.

I have tried time and again to cure myself of this very bad habit. Sometimes I succeed, but I will always find myself going back to my old ways. Now the New Year is just a good as time as any to break old habits, and build new ones. Will this be the year that I’ll succeed?

At work, I issued a January Punctuality Challenge. I think I’m the one lagging so far in the two day’s it’s running. On the first day, I came in 20 minutes late. Last night, it was 10 minutes. Tonight, I’m really hoping I’d be in on time.

I know I will have to take baby steps to make this happen. First step: don’t hit the snooze button on my alarm.

To do that, I should sleep. Now.

I came home late because we had a post Christmas/New Year’s party. Me and my T2 team, with their current slim. It was so much fun. But I got worried because some of them ride bikes, and I didn’t want to end up the wonderful day with accidents. I had agents who took their motor bikes to and from work, and they were already getting drunk. I don’t want them to have to look for a motorcycle accident lawyer, in case he figures in an altercation or an accident. But no one really got wasted wasted. It was all in the spirit of fun.