I give a fifteen minute window and then I’m gone or unavailable. I make an exception if I get at least a five minute warning. I’m with the poster that mentioned the inefficiencies of building in buffers. The airlines don’t do it. Neither do I. Having said that, I respect people’s time and expect a decent effort to respect mine. The greenhorn that started the thread probably is fairly low on his colleague’s totem pole. I imagine if he is able to establish himself, his experiences will improve.
People have different cultures. You can’t expect everyone to be on your time. Sometimes there are more important things. That being said, I’m almost never late anywhere I go. If I am late then it means something more important came up, something is wrong, or something out of my control has happened causing me to be late.
There is a saying in lazy Europe that goes: by being late, you waste other people’s time as if it was your own.
Its a sign of selfishness. thats the society we live in.
Sounds great but to me it means nothing. Many folks out there including the OP are unable to think and feel indifferent about these recurring situations. Rant about it anonymously on a forum? That brings nothing other than feeding the resentment. You know people will be late - well then try to find a way to deal with it (meditation, exercise, hobbies, family, the in-and-out game etc.)
I really hate being late. If I do get stuck in traffic or whatever, it is one of the only things that makes me have a nervous breakdown in this world. I probably only get so upset because of all the times I have mentally castrated someone else for being late… now I’m the jerk
It is all because of the girls. During Hs and university men learn that women want to sex the rebel bad boy who makes his own rules. Always being late is a small step towards crafting that rebel bad boy image that will score some free poonany. So being late is a habit we cultivated for the greater good, and a lot a of men never bothered to unlearn it
had a GF who was late one time. Had to take the Birth CTRL-Z. Bought her an Egg McMuffin for the trouble and we parted ways. Cool chick but was an awkward last semester of high school with her in my child development class.
LMAO. My gf was super late once our senior year of college. I was a effing wreck for those few days. Barely slept, never hungry, etc. As soon as her period came we went out and I gorged on dinner, got drunk, and had a great sleep. Good times…