Time Management is for the Unadventurous

I’m always late.  Always.  Maybe just sometimes.  Ok fine, almost always.  I know you’re never going to believe this, but sometimes I get distracted.

For example, I just lost thirty-five minutes watching that new Kanye West video.  I don’t even like Kanye.  Unless you count that first record.  That shit was brilliant.  But still, I’m not sure he deserves thirty-five of my precious minutes on an already busy day.  Especially since that video was ridiculous, pointless, and made me inexplicably angry.  Damnit, Kanye.  Stop messing with me, already.

I’ve got more examples of distractions –  loads of ’em, in fact.  Why, one of my facebook friends just posted a story about a toilet explosion in a small fast food restaurant in Sydney.  I have to read that.  Obviously.  Herbert looks kinda chilly on the shelf over there all by himself.  I should probably pluck him.  I can hear Lucy puking.  Theoretically, I should do something about that.  But first, that little, furry bitch Mildred almost always needs a zerbert.

Speaking of distractions, today’s Craftastrophe is the result of a head cold and the accompanying medications.

See?  Two hours gone.  Poof.  Which is probably why we were running late yesterday for Stage Two of our wine making process.

Rocco thinks that if you’re ten minutes early for something, you’re twenty minutes late.  (Side bar: we don’t travel together very well.)  So he was, not surprisingly, mildly frustrated and cranky yesterday.

When he gets anxious, I get anxious.  Which makes me short tempered.  Which makes him short tempered.  You get the gist.  Yesterday we were both camels, each one straw short of a broken back.

So we’re barreling up the 14th Street aqueduct in Ginny with plenty of time to make it through the yellow light…that is until the ass hats in front of us decide to brake.

“Damnit, we totally could have made it!” I shouted as if they could hear me.

“Fucking old lady,” Rocco mumbled under his breath while pounding the steering wheel.

“How do you know it’s a woman?” I asked, indignant.  He looked at me and rolled his eyes.  “Oppressor,” I scolded, already giggling.  “Then how do you know she’s old?”

“She has a handicap sticker hanging on her rear view mirror. She’s all ‘Look at me!  I’m never in a hurry.  I’ve got free parking everywhere.’  Damnit!”

Thank goodness I have him to keep things in perspective.  Also?  His old lady voice sounds almost exactly like Mickey Mouse.

Maybe I should braid all the fringe on my throw rugs…


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58 thoughts on “Time Management is for the Unadventurous

  1. Ummmm……I learn so much about Jersey from you. So only the little old ladies there are handicapped? Yeah, that’s what I got from this. I’m going on like 3 hours of sleep, that Craftastrophe messed with my head AND I breaked in the middle for that GAWD forsaken Kanye video, because I’m a born sucker like that.

  2. I was just saying to my lady this weekend, people who are too responsible are boring. I can’t relate to people who order water and salad in restaurants. I don’t trust people who say they like cake instead of frosting. Come on.

    Also tried to convince her our respective divorces reflect how much we’ve lived, taken risks, finally found each other but for the right reasons. She didn’t quite buy it.

    I put what you said into practice this morning, adventurously spending 20 minutes dinkering around on selfish entertainments that made my kids 20 minutes’ late for school. So, to the statement in your title, I say “Here here.” That is, “I’m almost here. Stuck in traffic. I swear.”

      1. I was wondering, “What is this guy rambling on about?” because, well, ya know, I had totally forgotten the title of the blog. Not that it didn’t totally relate to the moral of the story. ;-P

        1. Jesus, who the hell is this Eric? He’s like the Confucious of a sub level world lurking right below the surface of the outer crust of the real world where people can be lost in a time vortex without rhyme or reason.
          Look what he did to me! I’m all over the map here!

      1. OH MY GOD I DON’T EVEN HAVE THE WORDS TO RESPOND TO THAT. Do I love it? Am I terrified? Mildly aroused and nauseous all at once? Sweet Monkey Chaps, what are you doing to me?!?!?

          1. I’d like to say it’s all about caring, but some of it is still just paranoia lest somebody work-related should trip over my online personality. Aah fuck em.

        1. I’ve been trying out this Svengali thing. So far nothing. If it works I’m going in this order:

          1) Trick the world’s leaders into world peace
          2) Mesmerize the world’s polluters into not polluting the world
          3) Use the force — suddenly the world’s food shelves will open, spilling abundance across the land
          4) Go to the headquarters of Chase Manhattan, Sallie Mae and others and stare at the servers that have my debts stored in them until they explode
          5) Go the Mercedes dealership and stupefy them into giving me a G55

          Now if you want the honest answer reverse the order.

  3. Kayne is unexplainable. He’ll do something brilliant, and then he’ll do something awful. He’s got no middle ground. Brilliant or awful.

    That video is AWFUL. So he better do something brilliant in the next day or two to even it out.

  4. With that kind of attitude towards punctuality, I’m pretty certain you are my 8th sister. No one would notice one more woman at our family gatherings. Of course that may be because most of us are running late.

  5. We were like separated at birth and then kidnapped from the rich families we should have been adopted into -so we would be exceptional in our distraction, very Paris Hilton, n’est pas?- and then sold in to this mundanary (yes it’s a word dammit I made it up okay)where we’re expected to focus and crap like that.. ooh a squirrel.. where was I? Oh screw it let’s Skype in the tweet grid baby!

  6. Hubby is like your Rocco– always UBER early- I TRY (key word) to be on time, but am not always successful..
    and WTF was that potato salad video?- those women were freaks of nature….small wonder they never hit it big…

  7. Totally awesome toilet explosion article! Freaked out by the 1940’s potato salad contortionist chicks. Fuckin weird.

    I’ve been reading blogs for the last couple hours.

    I have no idea what I was supposed to be doing.

    Oh well, I’m off to re-post the toilet story on FB.

  8. Uh, I totally get where you are on this one. I struggle to be on time, often losing the battle. Mostly because I am online reading and writing blogs, or playing with the dog, or simply eating pretzels.

    The hubby is stressfully early. If we say are leaving at 7, he is in the car getting stressed ten minutes before then. WTF? If I got there at 7.05 I think am a freaking rock star…!

    1. It’s that damned Kanye. He went all artsy and made a seriously thirty-five minute music video. Don’t watch it. Unless you really just need to blow thirty-five minutes. Alphabetize your recycling instead. It’s a better use of time.

  9. I’m the “always early” type. My husband drives me nuts because he always has to go in the bathroom two minutes before the time I designate as leave time. Then he’s in there for no less than 10 minutes. I think he’s hoping I’ll get mad enough to just leave while he’s in there, and he won’t have to go with me.

  10. If you think about, universally the handicapped parking sticker is something to be coveted. It is rather curious, isn’t it? Even David Sedaris thinks so. LOL

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