I might have used this title before, but I’m too lazy to check right now. Anywho, it’s creeping up on time to leave for work.
I don’t know why I tend to dread the last 20-30 minutes before I venture off on that short 5-6 minute drive to the office. It’s not like I necessarily dread working, just knowing that soon I’ll have to leave my apartment and head out. I have no problem with actually working (most days–but doesn’t everybody have a couple days where they just want to curl back up under the blankets and ignore the world?). Just knowing that work is pending.
Maybe it’s just the knowledge that time is ticking down to the end of the quiet morning. Or maybe it’s the feeling of “I’ve got to finish whatever I’m doing before it’s time to go.” Who knows.
I’d write more on the subject, but it’s almost time to leave. 😉 Ciao!
Well, I lost an hour or two of my life today.
Is it so hard to make and keep appointments? You write the date and time down, and you make sure to be there. Boom. Done.
Or not. I was supposed to get a tattoo done this evening at 7:00pm. I arrived early–about 6:40pm–and one of the artists in the shop told me that the artist who scheduled me wasn’t even supposed to be in today. It’s his usual day off. So why even schedule an appointment for today if he wasn’t going to be working?
It sucks, because I set aside time and money–not to mention the $20 deposit–to get this done. I planned for it. Looked forward to it. Now it’s not done, and since the artist wasn’t there I can’t even reschedule it because, well, can’t get hold of him. Even when one of the other artists tried calling him he never called back.
I know it’s “just a tattoo,” but that’s not the point. An appointment is an appointment. I wouldn’t even have been upset if he had been running behind, but I left my card–and left the shop–over an hour ago and haven’t heard from the guy. So if he showed up late (after I gave up on waiting), then that means he didn’t bother to call me.
Thus ends my long, whining rant.