Is there a gene for lateness? I was supposed to meet Amanda and Jen at Penn Station to take the 1:45 p.m. train up to my Momís house in Syracuse for our writing retreat. Well, I got stuck on the subway and missed it. I had to wait for the 4 p.m. train while my friends are already halfway there. I feel like an asshole.
I could blame it on the subway, but a punctual person would have built in extra time for such unexpected inconveniences. Iím not a punctual person, but Iím taking this as a lesson that I need to learn. Iím promising myself Iíll work on my time management skills by planning ahead next time. Man, the five and a half hour train ride would be a lot more fun if I were with my friendsÖ