I've Grown Accustomed to this Look...

When you're late as often as I am, you learn to take death stares like these with a grain a salt. Really, they are a dime a dozen. I got them all the time from my parents when I was still cozily tucked in bed 20 minutes before school started. In college, I learned professors also like to shoot the evil eye when you arrive more than five minutes late to their class. And now, in the working world, I've received my fair share from supervisors.

Take this morning for instance. I entered my office around 20 minutes late-a typical time of arrival for me. Except this morning, my tardiness wasn't my fault-it was the boyfriend's fault. (It's always the guy's fault, am I right, ladies??)

Anyway, I have to walk by the office of my boss's boss to get to my cube. This morning, probably due to bad karma for writing this blog in the first place, my boss and my boss's boss were having a friendly conversation in the head honcho's office. I casually strolled by them, still sporting my Jacky O. sunglasses. (I often leave them on until I get to my cubicle. My crazy late-logic tells me I'm incognito in those shades and that my co-workers must be wondering, "Who's that random girl in Miss Procras's cubicle, turning on her computer, going through her files? She even has the same purse and shoes as Miss Procras...weird." I know, I know. Toddlers have better logic than me.)

Back to the story. So I'm strutting by, and my boss sees me and immediately shoots me her best Miranda Priestly glare. My first thought: "Dammit! These shades don't actually work! Weekend project: come up with a better disguise." So I pick up the pace, reach my cubicle and get right to work.

All seemed well again when I passed her in the hall before lunch. She looked more like this, so she must have gotten over it. Either that or she's like the rest of us and just excited that it's Friday.


And this, my friends, (oh man, I'm starting to sound like John McCain now) is why I don't fret over these death stares. They're quick, painless and within minutes all is forgotten and everyone is happy again. This just could be my crazy late-logic talking, though.

Also, I've decided that every Friday, I will provide statistics regarding my lateness for the past week. I'm hoping it will be incentive for me to get my act together and start arriving places on time. Hey, a girl's gotta have ambitions!

• Days arrived late to work: 5
• Average number of minutes late for work: 22.5
• Death stares received: 1
• Times late meeting friends: 1 (it was an hour though, so that should really count as 2)
• Number of times snooze button hit on alarm clock: at least 15

On a positive note:

• Made it 15 minutes before the boyfriend for our dinner date
• Arrived right on time for an alumni party

There's hope for me yet!!