Being On Time

I am so thankful that I have taken this path.

One that sees me wake up every day next to my soulmate in this world and the next.

When I was engrossed in the business arena and the everlasting pursuit of profit, I was absolutely insistent on prompt appointments. I lost more deals because I refused to deal with inefficiency and tardiness.

Their loss: I was only going to make them a ton of money.

I never missed a deadline.

Think of that.

Not one.

I equated missing a deadline with losing and without any shadow of a doubt,

I hate losing.

I don’t even care if I finish second out of three, but last, no matter how many participants, is losing.

When you are writing checks to your own employees, you deliver them on time. Just start fucking around with your payroll and watch the exodus begin. How many jobs did you stay at when the payroll checks bounced?

Not pretty.

In the pandemic, what does “on time” really mean?

We just got the doors that we ordered from Home Depot three months ago.

Methinks “on time” should be made of sterner stuff.

How picky do you think bosses are enforcing time rules that are merely laughed at and ignored? They are just glad a warm body showed up.

I mean what are you gonna do? Fire me?

I have made so few promises in my life, but the ones I did make, I delivered on my word. The key is not to make too many.

Keep it real.

Speaking about being on time, how about the big whoop-dee-doo they made back in 1940’s Nazi Germany when Adolf Hitler managed to get the trains to run on time?

I mean, how fucking hard was that?

Hitler: As of today, all train employees will work to a single standard. Any train’s crew that is not on time will be eliminated as well as their entire family lineage. Any questions?”

(silence)

But it was a good silence.

A silence of obedience.

What a fun world that must have been (sardonicism at its sharpest). You know I am absolutely full of shit to be complimenting the Nazis for their innovative business model.

It is the same model employed by Jeff Bezos.

Ouch!

From left field.

I’ve still got it.

I can honestly say that if I could get only three things addressed by God, they would be:

1-don’t give life to any baby that will grow up to be an ignorant asshole.

2-save the planet in spite of our actions which resemble what ignorant assholes do.

3-give us one last chance and refresh and renew our natural resources.

I, of course, will be but another footnote in history, so you can thank me in memoriam.

Here is another wake and bake session:

Stay well.