but when is time keeping considered excessive and just downright annoying??? because I think I may have found every single annoyance in relation to time… The Bill Payment Structure My credit card bill is due on the 6th of each month… We dont need to be at work for 8 hours and we really dont need to wake up as early as we do. How about when I come to work 5 or so minutes late? When I get to work makes no difference on my work ethic, how I organize my day, and how effective I am. Why couldnt they (whoever they is) just invent foods and we get to choose when we eat whatever food we want to eat? It keeps the order and creates a solid stucture in our lives… What is the difference if I’m there early, on time, or a few minutes late? Like coming to the bank to bitch and complain right when we open on a Saturday. As long as the intentions to pay are there, the customer should decide if they want to pay on the 5th one month and the 15th the next. What time I arrive to an event, party, or even work doesnt change the fact that I am, still, all in… Society shouldnt tell me what I should be doing and when. The fact that the bill needs to be paid is anxiety enough, stamping a due date on it makes it feel so wrong. This asshole is controling what we eat and around the time of day we eat it. so I have massive anxiety to get to my credit card bill pay app to pay it by that date. I have all intentions of paying my bills each month so why do these credit card companies, banks, or utility/cable companies have to tell me exactly what day they want their payment? Why do they feel a need to charge a late fee if I dont pay by that date? We have enough technology to create a software designed to let the customers pay when they please each month and collect interest based on their date of payment. Workplace Time Micromanagement 8 to 5 Monday through Friday… Which knucklehead chose 8 am for society’s workplace start time? It truly only causes unnecessary anxiety and stress, which ruins the vibe for the rest of my day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner Ok, so some asshole says we eat eggs in the morning, sandwhiches for lunch, and steak for dinner.
Now, however, I had 16 years of marriage and 11 years of motherhood under my belt, plus a less-than-starry-eyed attitude about romance.
And did I mention the two precious, innocent little girls who needed me to be there for them?