The Advantages of Lateness
Thursday, December 11th, 2003 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamaranthWas running 30 minutes late this morning for visit to client-with-database. As I was plummeting down the stairs, heading out into nasty grey cold wet weather, my mobile beeped.
"T cannot make our meeting am ill"
Yay!
Also, damn! (Having got up early, in the dark, and rushed around for hours just to get everything else sorted).
Will enjoy ensuing 3.5 hours of unexpected Time. (Hmm, wonder if I can persuade afternoon client to cancel, too?)
It's a control thing. By which I mean, not that I have a need to be in complete control of everything, but that I have a busy schedule and feel much happier if I can plan things and stick to those plans. That's why last-minute changes, things running late, and interrupts all drive me up the wall if I'm feeling even slightly short of time. And I'm not short of time, and there is only the need to rush if I haven't planned my day correctly.
And sometimes I am quite happy to submit to the whims of the universe -- for instance, the extra three hours of writing time that I was gifted, courtesy of railway problems, on Sunday. I didn't get much time with my father that day, but most of the Plymouth time I lost would've been spent sitting around listening to my sister. And I did quite enough of that!
Ever so much better, anyway, for yesterday's free-form day. Thanks to all for hugs and support!
"T cannot make our meeting am ill"
Yay!
Also, damn! (Having got up early, in the dark, and rushed around for hours just to get everything else sorted).
Will enjoy ensuing 3.5 hours of unexpected Time. (Hmm, wonder if I can persuade afternoon client to cancel, too?)
It's a control thing. By which I mean, not that I have a need to be in complete control of everything, but that I have a busy schedule and feel much happier if I can plan things and stick to those plans. That's why last-minute changes, things running late, and interrupts all drive me up the wall if I'm feeling even slightly short of time. And I'm not short of time, and there is only the need to rush if I haven't planned my day correctly.
And sometimes I am quite happy to submit to the whims of the universe -- for instance, the extra three hours of writing time that I was gifted, courtesy of railway problems, on Sunday. I didn't get much time with my father that day, but most of the Plymouth time I lost would've been spent sitting around listening to my sister. And I did quite enough of that!
Ever so much better, anyway, for yesterday's free-form day. Thanks to all for hugs and support!
