5 minutes later... I'll be there in 5 minutes

I'm usually running late for things. For those who know me this is not a revelation. However, being fresh to Seattle, I'm in the beginning stages of new acquaintanceship and these folks have no clue about my fuck deficiency and lack of promptness.

My first inclination is to say that I genuinely don't care about making it there on time. Yes, I know that sounds a bit wack... but it's more from the standpoint that nothing is "that serious." Yes, I'd like to get somewhere sooner than later, but  if I get there within 30 mins of the start time, that's great in my book.

Also, I do tend to move slowly as I get ready and am never honest about how much time I truly have to get ready and what I can realistically accomplish in said amount of time. On top of that, I have started to identify dead zones in my getting ready process... you know, the tasks you do where it seems all of your time goes to die (i.e. standing in the closet feeling like I have "nothing" to wear, having to deal with my puppy, not having prepped my hair, suddenly wanting to give myself a manicure then realizing I can't do anything else while my nails dry lol)... Yeah, all of that. And in all honesty, whenever I do allow for more time, I always tend to find more randoms tasks to cram in there, thus defeating the purpose.

Anyways, I was supposed to have my intro gun safety course this weekend, but that didn't end up happening. I left the house with ample time to get there, then remembered that I needed gas. Fail #1. I don't know why I wait for my tank to hit E and the light to come on, but it usually does. I then proceed to not get gas whatever day the light comes on and tell myself I'll do it another time. Of course that usually ends up being when I absolutely need to be somewhere and don't have an extra 15 minutes to grab gas.

Traffic in Seattle is also shitty for no apparent reason. So, as I rushed to make up the lost time I spent at the gas station, I got on the e-way just to be met with a solid wall of traffic. I mean, who told them to close the two left lanes on a holiday weekend, when I need to get somewhere! How dare they... the horror.

As I sat in traffic it slowly dawned on me that I'd be late for my class, so I gave the gun range a ring and asked if it was okay to be 15 mins late to the course (it's 3 hours long). They advised me that the first  15 mins of the course were the most important and it would be better to reschedule. Thus, I'm not scheduled to attend my gun course in a few weeks and this time I'll do ample prep work so I can get there on time... if not early.

In other news I had a semi-social weekend with some of the folks I've met in Seattle. Drank more wine than normal for me lol... made up for it with extra time in the bathroom. I know I'm not the only one who pays the price for a night of drinking the following day. Tell the truth and shame the devil lol.