Run Run Rudolph

I am always rushing to meet deadlines and appointments. The funny part to this is that I'm always scheduled. I have schedules all over the place, what time to wake up, what to do, when to be where, when to leave to reach point B. Its always either in my mind, on my phone, or in writing; in my planner or on a piece of paper. But how do I always end up making it right on time when I give myself that extra 15, or end up being late even though I calculated traffic into the equation? and The days that I am early, I am way early. So I'm thinking, how is this going to effect my future, and by future I am talking about the next year... When I have that real time job and I need to be at work at a certain time. Is it going to be a regular schedule? Am I just going to know? Right now I know that I can be  at work at any time and have my work done ahead of schedule. That totally pleases me, but then again there are off days where I burn every scone, and the salads are over powered by vinaigrette (no, today was not one of those days!). Thank God it's not a everyday thing!

My point however, is that who says that we can't be late and still make everything work? Why is it that we need to be punctual all the time? Why? I have the answer to that by the way... Because society demands it. Living in America, if your not punctual you are considered to be arrogant and lazy. Basically selfish and uncaring of other peoples PRECIOUS time. UM, hello! If I'm on time then why is the professor late, why does my boss walk-in half way through a meeting, and why do I have to wait hours at the doctors office?

My professor is being paid by me to teach me things I don't know, but if I am late then "oh hey, one you are disturbing my class, and two late again and its an absence, DUDE I AM PAYING YOU, quit complaining! My boss, is late, because his wife burned his breakfast, well in this case you are paying me BUT don't show me an attitude when the reports are presented wrong to the staff, because I DID CALL YOU COUNTLESS TIMES, oh and for your information I DIDN'T eat breakfast, just so I could be on time. As for the doctor, people of the world, STOP GOOGLE-ING YOUR made-up ILLNESSES and let the doc do their job!

The world we live in is a paradox of hypocrisy! I feel like my life is that scene from Home Alone, where the characters are running through the airport to catch their flight, making it but forgetting they left their son at home.

So run, run, Rudolph, I'm reeling like a merry go round.

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