meanderthal

Once again, it's 9:30 and I just walked in the door here at work.

I'd very much like to get here at 9:00, or even earlier. I work in one of those offices where the time you plop your ass into your Aeron chair seems to make a difference in how people perceive you.

Belinda and I walk to work in the morning quite often. Which is awesome. We used to leave the house after I'd walk the dog, and she'd make us a nice breakfast. But that was taking way too long. So I asked if we could skip breakfast (can't really skip the dog walk) and leave earlier so I can get here at a reasonable time.

Granted, this morning, we did leave about 10 minutes earlier than we usually do. We skipped breakfast like I asked. But the kicker is, Belinda doesn't like to skip breakfast. Which from a health standpoint, I can understand. You've got to fuel the fire, so to speak. So we leave the house and stop for a breakfast smoothie to sip while we walk. At the end of our walk, we stop again for Starbucks. Lo and behold, it's 9:30 when I walk in the door. Go figure...

What made things even worse today was that as we were approaching her office (her office is on the way to mine) we bump into one of her coworkers, who's walking in the same direction as us. Of course, we have to be polite and say hello to her. I'm freaking out at this point because it's already 9:10, and I still have a ways to go. We're walking three abreast down the sidewalk now. While they're making polite small talk, steam is fucking shooting out of my ears.

The fucking coworker, who isn't exactly an old fart, is walking so fucking slowly, that if she went any slower she'd be going fucking backwards!