How many times we heard or read these quotes about time.
Time is gold.
Time is money.
And when I was an elementary student,quotes like these were on the school room’s wall. Just to ponder.
And now,I hate the fact that sometimes I arrive late at work,at the parties or other activities.It is embarrassing and it should stop from now on.I know the importance of time especially when you are applying for a job,though you don’t want to arrive too early.
Just for the last two weeks,I was late twice. One was half hour late and the latest was only couple minutes late.Even if it’s only two minutes late or less than five minutes,still,it bugs me to come to work late. And I know,no matter how many thousand of excuses I come up with,I looked unprofessional on those two scenarios.
My half hour late.
It was my own fault.I didn’t go to bed early enough to get at least six hours of sleep.If you don’t know how my schedule works.It is weird.I work different shifts.A lot of times,I start at 4am until 11am,couple times a week I do 6am and for the next two weeks,I will do 11pm until 6am.It really varies.So,my sleeping habits are becoming terrible.
If I have to work at 4am,I set my alarm at 3:30am and this is when I already took a shower the night before.It’s very convenient that way and it only takes me fifteen minutes to get ready from washing my face to putting work clothes on plus I’m only three minutes away from work.Bonus!
That morning I was late,I turned off the alarm.I should’ve been hit the snooze button instead.Suddenly,my coworker called me nineteen minutes after my shift started.So,I have to get up and hurried to get to work.I didn’t only feel embarrassed to myself but to my other coworker who did the job that I supposedly been doing.I apologized couple times and I had to explain myself.And my morning started with full of guilt.My bad.
My couple minutes late.
I know it’s not that big deal but I’m working with some people who are punctual and I don’t want to be known for being tardy.They know I always show up to work and never late.This was the time when I had to go back and forth because I forgot to grab something (like meat to be thawed out or my work hat!) or when I’m just being sluggish for the day.
On these tardiness I have to make up for my hours,either to work half hour later or work fifteen minutes extra in two days.I don’t have problem with only two minutes,it’s easy to make it up but my main problem is,this habit should stop because honestly,it bugs me.
When I have to work at 6am,I never been late because I get up before 5am to do something while everybody’s still sleeping and with the fact that I got my full eight hours of sleep and I feel great.
And you know me and my husband came from two different worlds and cultures.And sometimes we have problems dealing with “time”.He’s an early bird while I’m not Johnny-on-the-spot,though,I’m trying to be always on time.
Like for example,when we go to church.He gets ready fifteen minutes before while I’m still busy fixing the girls’ hair then I have to take care myself,still,we arrive at the church five minutes early.I remember on our wedding day,he’s already dressed up three hours early before the ceremony.
He always tells me,he likes to arrive early because that’s the American way.
Should I tell him because I have my Filipino way?
It would be an unfair statement to generalize Filipinos when it comes to Filipino time.My grandmother doesn’t like being late either.Too many times,we’re scolded by her for preparing late like going to fiesta,church or an event.She just doesn’t like being tardy.She’s an old fashioned as she said.Well,she’s 81 years old and she likes to nag.She always tells us “do not start late when going somewhere,start early”. This should be the lesson I learned from her that I ignored growing up and now,although not struggling,I’m in the process to master my time-for not being late at any circumstance.
I know this is not funny to talk about my colleagues in college where we had to practice for our Greek mythology subject.We used to do that on every Saturday.The waiting time for other casts took longer than the real practice.We’re lucky we started an hour late.The one who comes late,makes the dramatic entrance.It’s fun for them but annoying to others.
This post is not about constantly clock-watching because it’s gonna stressful but this is the area of my life I have to focus on because for me,time is life.