Timeliness
I have a pet peeve. It's tardiness. I'm not talking 5 minutes late every now and then. I'm talking continually late for almost everything you have planned, ever. That bugs me. No, it more than bugs me. It pisses me right the hell off.
There was an outing planned for this past weekend. Friends were supposed to gather to celebrate two birthdays, one of them being my husband's. Because some of these friends are habitually late, it was decided that it would be best that we (my husband, my 15 month old son, and I) go in early and put our names in at the restaurant. We arrived just a little before 5 and put our names in. Our table would be ready at 6. That's when everyone was supposed to arrive. EVERYONE had agreed to this.
But of course, it did not happen. Why? Because of vanity. Because someone wasn't "ready." It's always like this. ALWAYS. Why can't she start getting ready earlier? Why can't she think of someone OTHER THAN HERSELF? For once? This wasn't about her. This was about her boyfriend and her friend. But no. No thought was put into that.
We (my little family) were at the mall attached to this restaurant for an hour and forty minutes before the missing party showed up. Try finding things to keep a 15 month old busy in a fashion mall that has breakables everywhere and no play area. Our table had been ready at 6, when we told everyone to meet. Our whole party was not there, so the table was given away. At 6:45, there was still no table. So we left. My husband did not get dinner with his friends. My husband did not get to share time with his friends. On HIS birthday party.
And this is the worst part: Did I get an apology from the latecomers? Absolutely not. I got an apoloy (I should say apologies, because there were many) from the party that arrived fifteen minutes early. Yes, early. They apologized profusely, even though it wasn't their fault. I received an apology from the other birthday boy, even though he WOULD have been on time had the tardy party (yes, I rhymed) actually gotten ready on time. He apologized and "took full responsibility," though the responsibility was not his to take. But did I get even a tiny "I'm sorry" from her? No. And I won't. Ever. Because she doesn't think she did anything wrong. I mean, what's wrong with showing up for dinner forty minutes late? As long as it's for beauty, it's worth it, right? She's the only one that matters, right? Forget about the 15 month old she "loves." He's an inconvenience at that time, and her outfit, makeup, and hair are much more important than his happiness.
And yet I'll remain friends with her. Why? Because I'm a glutton for punishment. Because she's the best friend of my best friend. Because I'm an idiot.
And yet again, you read about me getting shit upon, and me doing nothing about it.
There was an outing planned for this past weekend. Friends were supposed to gather to celebrate two birthdays, one of them being my husband's. Because some of these friends are habitually late, it was decided that it would be best that we (my husband, my 15 month old son, and I) go in early and put our names in at the restaurant. We arrived just a little before 5 and put our names in. Our table would be ready at 6. That's when everyone was supposed to arrive. EVERYONE had agreed to this.
But of course, it did not happen. Why? Because of vanity. Because someone wasn't "ready." It's always like this. ALWAYS. Why can't she start getting ready earlier? Why can't she think of someone OTHER THAN HERSELF? For once? This wasn't about her. This was about her boyfriend and her friend. But no. No thought was put into that.
We (my little family) were at the mall attached to this restaurant for an hour and forty minutes before the missing party showed up. Try finding things to keep a 15 month old busy in a fashion mall that has breakables everywhere and no play area. Our table had been ready at 6, when we told everyone to meet. Our whole party was not there, so the table was given away. At 6:45, there was still no table. So we left. My husband did not get dinner with his friends. My husband did not get to share time with his friends. On HIS birthday party.
And this is the worst part: Did I get an apology from the latecomers? Absolutely not. I got an apoloy (I should say apologies, because there were many) from the party that arrived fifteen minutes early. Yes, early. They apologized profusely, even though it wasn't their fault. I received an apology from the other birthday boy, even though he WOULD have been on time had the tardy party (yes, I rhymed) actually gotten ready on time. He apologized and "took full responsibility," though the responsibility was not his to take. But did I get even a tiny "I'm sorry" from her? No. And I won't. Ever. Because she doesn't think she did anything wrong. I mean, what's wrong with showing up for dinner forty minutes late? As long as it's for beauty, it's worth it, right? She's the only one that matters, right? Forget about the 15 month old she "loves." He's an inconvenience at that time, and her outfit, makeup, and hair are much more important than his happiness.
And yet I'll remain friends with her. Why? Because I'm a glutton for punishment. Because she's the best friend of my best friend. Because I'm an idiot.
And yet again, you read about me getting shit upon, and me doing nothing about it.
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