Time management for dummies

I’m meeting up with Keena to walk through more houses tomorrow. She’s so on top of everything I feel like I could actually be buying a house by the end of summer. Did I mention that on Wednesday we were scheduled to meet at 10am and at 10:01 she called to make sure I knew which house we were meeting at. She has yet to find out about my chronic lateness. (And I know by bringing it up at all I’m going against The Secret and bring more lateness into my life, but fuck it.)

I’m always late for everything. If we’re meeting for lunch you might get lucky and only have to wait for 10 or 15 minutes. But if we’re meeting for breakfast, I hope you brought a book. I try, I really do, but my bed is very comfy, and the shower is so warm and has good acoustics, and lately I cannot get my eyeliner on straight at all.

I’m pretty sure it’s hereditary because if the whole family is going somewhere late doesn’t even cover it!

In high school I learned ‘to be early is to be on time’ and I always was. At some point in college when no one cared when or if I showed up all my time management skills went out the window.

B learned the first time we hung out that if I say 4pm he’s got until about 5 before I show up. It takes time to look extra cute for my man and he only lives 40 minutes away! (Won’t it be awesome when we live in the same city?!!)

And work…let’s not talk about work. I’ll just say I haven’t been a model employee, but I ALWAYS get my work done and I do a damn good job. Luckily my boss also has an issue with being on time and cuts me some slack.

If you didn’t notice already, getting to work on time every day for a month is part of my 101 list. We’ll see how that works out…