When the weather permits, I let my feet take me home instead of the subway. My route of choice is 3.52 miles, which, with average foot traffic and a fair amount of Don’t Walk signs takes a little over an hour. Walking home has not only completely skewed my fiscal calculations re: unlimited metrocard purchasing, it also leaves me time to think (and listen). I aim for a new album for each walk (which is significantly more challenging now) and recently I’ve been trying to draft blogposts in my head. There are bits and pieces of ideas – maybe a post about the ribbon belt enterprise? Nah – I’ve told the story too many times. Maybe a post about the soda-pop controversy? Outdated site. Maybe a note about how watching the girls on the Hills have awkward dates confirmed for me that I was correct in assessing dating as the worst possible activity ever and am therefore justified in not doing it? (I mean, seriously, they are younger, blonder, prettier, popularer, famouser, and comfortable in front of reality TV cameras… and they still have terrible awkward dates? wtf. ) Kidding. Sort of.
But nothing sticks. I don’t get home and find myself racing for the keyboard. A thought I did have today though – maybe I should keep statistics for on-time arrivals and no-shows among my clients – like the airline industry. How often do you show up at your doctor’s office 15-20 mins late for your 30 min appt? Or better yet, call ahead to “make sure the doctor is running on time” and then not show up at all?
Is it 2008 yet? I’m blaming it on the year. Yeah, that’s it.
In my experience, doctors arrive and depart on time nearly as often as airplanes. Punctuality is a derivative of organizational skills and a proxy for respect. If you’ve got, flaunt it, and make the rest of the doctors jealous.