“It’s about time” someone did something about those “it’s about time” late for work people!
Obviously they think it’s not about time for a change.
note: people who arrive late for work bother me in an “around about” sort of way.
double note: if you come to work late approximately one more time you will kind of be fired.
triple note: people who are always late are “time zoned out” or “timeless” or something like that.
quadruple note: I was going to call this one “Re: Tardiness” … but thought someone might jump to the wrong definition in the dictionary … or conclusion … or just jump for some reason.
11 responses so far ↓
Doraz // June 30, 2009 at 2:33 pm |
People who arrive late should have to pay ..let’s say….$1 a minute! Maybe that would give them some incentive. Or, maybe,since they are rich…they won’t care! lol
Tammy // June 30, 2009 at 3:16 pm |
I am usually on time, just made it, or barely there.
When someone else depends on me, I am punctual. If I’m on my own, then who knows when I’ll get there.
sweetiegirlz // June 30, 2009 at 11:58 pm |
“double note: if you come to work late approximately one more time you will kind of be fired.”
I wish they’d kind of use this rule at my work. Many Many workers on Salaries instead of time clocks, take advantage of this.
Re-tardiness. lololol. PC or not. it’s funny.
Dennis the Vizsla // July 1, 2009 at 4:31 am |
Re-Tardiness — ha ha ha ha!!! *SNORT*
razzbuffnik // July 1, 2009 at 7:47 am |
Over the years I’ve trained my friends not to mess me around when it comes to time and being late. They all know I won’t wait for them, so they make sure they turn up on time.
I don’t mind people wasting their own time but it bugs the hell out of me when they waste mine.
Tony // July 1, 2009 at 8:27 am |
I hate latecomers regardless of what they are late for, it’s just annoyingly annoying. Dr. Who is well known for his Tardisness
BlackLOG // July 1, 2009 at 9:13 am |
I agree that being late is rude but sometimes there are good reasons.
We live in a society ruled by time – if you can do your job properly without getting tied to 9 to 5 why do we do 9 to 5….On a similar note I hate the notion if you are not at your desk you are not working…..
planetross // July 1, 2009 at 3:00 pm |
Thanks for all the comments.
Doraz: maybe it should be called an “indollarative“. hee hee!
Tammy: I’m always early, but when alone and no one is hanging, I’m unpredictable.
My word is my bond and without that I’m just a liar … and I don’t like lying while standing up usually. hee hee!
sweetiegirlz: punching clocks makes me want to … punch clocks! hee hee!
Dennis the Vizsla: hee hee!
razzbuffnik: I once abandoned a friend in Madrid when he broke the time limit … twice. He barely made it back to where we were camping. (I was the logistics man on that trip)
I did get pretty worried sitting by the tent drinking cheap red wine.
Tony: I was waiting for a Dr. Who “Tardis” joke from you for some reason.
BlackLOG: I sense a late person in your response. hee hee!
I agree with what you’re saying, but if someone signs a contract agreeing to a time to be at work; there are no excuses usually. Especially when they live a 10 minute walk away.
As another employee, my beef is with the daily interloper who shows up late just because.
BlackLOG // July 1, 2009 at 3:39 pm |
Planetross Fortunately I have flexi working – I’m over an hours drive which is traffic dependent.
For a social life I have a wife who always leaves on time – if only she would remember to allow for the actual time to travel to our destination…..
planetross // July 2, 2009 at 12:44 am |
BlackLOG: I wasn’t taking into account people with long commutes. I apologize.
I’m so used to being a 5 minute drive away from work and other people taking trains (which are 99% on time over here) I’d forgotten about the hour commute.
I am a task orientated person stuck in a time served orientated job: it sucks but I don’t sign the payroll, so I play by the rules.
razzbuffnik // July 2, 2009 at 1:09 am |
Ross
Camping and drinking wine in a tent in Madrid! I’ve done that.
I’ll never forget it, as the wine was the worst I’d ever drank. To think I paid 50 cents for it…. sheesh!