The last fews days have been rather frustrating on both the work and personal fronts, alas. Maybe it is the winter blahs. Fortunately, I am already putting in place my favorite remedy: planning my next trip. This time, I am going to Morocco. I have always wanted to go but for whatever reason, other places always came first. In a strange way, I guess I owe my decision to finally go on this trip to the French army’s recent invasion of Mali, followed by the hostage-taking in Algeria. It really made me think about the changing nature of North Africa, and that if I wanted to go to Morocco, I should probably do it before the prevailing cultural winds make it impossible for someone like me (you know, Gay-American-Communist-Jewish-Atheist, or however I am viewed) to consider doing so safely. Plus I have friends in Marrakech who invited me on a fascinating trek with them through some Berber villages in the mountains. Then I convinced my wonderful friend Marites to come meet me afterwards for a two week trip around the country. We have yet to figure out exactly where we will go, but I imagine it will include Marrakech, Casablanca, Fez, Tangier, and several small places in between. Maybe we will even venture into the Western Sahara, who knows. In any event, I just booked my flight the other day, and as fate would have it, one of the cheaper itineraries took me through Amsterdam going (where I will spend 4 days with friends) and Madrid coming back (where I will spend 2 or 3 days). So all in all, it should be an awesome trip. Stay tuned for more deets.
A few days ago, some stranger started “poking” me on facebook. He looked cute and somewhat familiar, and although I didn’t know him, I felt certain I had seen him out and about. We started chatting and he mentioned (in between the flirting) that he saw that I was a web developer and wanted to meet to talk about my “skill set” in the context of his business. Not sure if this was for real or a euphemism, I nevertheless agreed to meet him for a drink tonight. We had a plan to meet at 6pm, but at about 10 minutes ’til I got a message from him saying that he would be there “sometime between 6 and 6:15”. I texted back that in that case I would arrive at 6:15, which I did, and he was nowhere to be found. I ordered a drink and wished I hadn’t, because at 6:30, he still wasn’t around. I texted to see if he was coming and around 6:38 he said that the “rush hour thing needed re-evaluation” and that he would arrive momentarily. A few minutes later I paid my bill and texted him that we should probably try this another time. On my way out of the restaurant there he was finally, and I told him it was shitty to make someone wait for 45 minutes, and he stormed off with “whatever”.
For the congenitally late people out there, here is what you are telling people:
1. Your time is more valuable than their time.
2. You believe yourself to be more important than them.
3. You don’t keep your commitments.
Hardly a great way to begin a business relationship. Or a friendship. Everyone should be excused for being late once in a while, but not consistently. It is rude, pure and simple. And on your first meeting with someone, you are making an impression. That impression can be good or bad, and believe it or not, it is within your control. I am subject to all the same variables that everyone else is, but I somehow make it to places on time. Want to know the secret? I allow enough time to get there. If I have an appointment across town, I lookup how long it will take to get there (that is what the google is for) and I give myself a few extra minutes. I don’t leave for a 6pm meeting at 5 minutes til 6.