I know I'm a little late coming to this, but as my guidance counsellor at William Cullen Bryant High School repeatedly told me for reasons that totally escape me: "Better late than never."
My own take is that if you're late, you might as well phone it in, and because I hated talking on the phone, being late indicates that I'm not showing up at all.
I'm 63 years old, and when I'm working, I'm usually there before anyone else. I've learned that being there before the ordinary assholes show up gives me a chance to get some work done before having to spend the rest of the day being on time for meetings that ordinary scumbags and scumbagettes consider break time.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that I'm deciding on a career. I'm just entertaining the thought that perhaps I should consider a career path, because so many of the idiots around me have settled in and seem suitably desperate about having made such idiotic life choices. Why should I be left out?
I could be just like one of them! How splendid.
I'll let you know how it works out in a future post that will probably point to a post I made in 1983, as a pre-celebration of the year that changed nothing even more than 9/11 did.
You can comment if you want. God isn't going to buttfuck you for it, unless you beg.
I wouldn't touch you if you paid me.