Don’t you hate those people that say, “I’m always late” like they have no control over the matter? Like it’s a chronic illness with which they are afflicted?
I don’t hate it, actually, because I can relate. But I cringe when I hear my own mouth once again say, casually, “Sorry I’m late!” and then try to jump into the meeting hoping I didn’t miss anything.
Since meeting husband Tom, I’ve been trying to get better about being on time for things because he freaks out when we’re late and, you know, it’s rude or whatever.
I’ve made some positive strides. I’m always on time for work. I’m usually early for improv. Everything else is still kind of a crap shoot.
The key to becoming better about punctuality is to change your mindset. I used to (still do) find being early a waste of time. I mean, if you’re 5 minutes early and you just have to wait for whatever to start, that’s 5 extra minutes you could’ve spent being productive.
But on the other hand, if you’re 5 minutes late and someone has to wait for you, that’s wasting their productive time. So it’s rude. I get it. On a conceptual level, I get it. Execution still eludes me.
Recently, I started reading 18 Minutes, a time management book by Peter Bregman, who, judging by the anecdotes with which he starts each chapter, is the most interesting man in the world.
See, you prioritize your life areas, then you organize your to do list into your top 5 areas, and then you schedule your to do items on your calendar. And then your life falls into place!
Last Saturday was my first day implementing this plan. Spoiler alert: it did not go well.
8:36 train to Penn
8:36-9:39 – watch latest cut of Bocce Ballers, send notes to Amanda.
9:39-10 walking to hair salon
10-11:30 hair appointment
11:30-11:50 walking to Penn Station
11:55 train to Huntington
11:55-12:59 update analysis for day job
8:36 arrive at train station in time to see train pulling away. decide to drive instead.
9:40 arrive outside nail salon. look for parking.
10:15 find parking 6 blocks & 1 avenue away
10:25 show up 25 minutes late to salon. find out lifebooker screwed up appointment. negotiate and resolve the issue.
10:40 start 10am hair appointment
11:45 panic because this haircut is taking forever and the munimeter is about to expire, leave the salon with wet hair to feed the meter.
11:55 arrive at the car, realize forgot keys. pay munimeter anyway, stick ticket on outside windshield, hope it’ll be fine.
12:05 arrive back at the salon to finish the appointment that was supposed to be over at 11:30
1:09 finish appointment, pay, rush to car.
1:19 discover that you have gone past the extended munimeter time and your car is now being ticketed by a very nice police officer who informs you there’s nothing he can do.
1:25 sob in car.