Pet Peeve: Oblivious Time Wasters
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree.
Omigods. I am overwhelmed at the moment. Just that kind of busy. And not too happy, looking around the house and remembering one or the other of the girls getting something out or taking something apart with the famous words, â€œIâ€™ll clean this up, Mommy,â€ before heading off to their dadâ€™s for the weekend and leaving it for me to clean up when they know I have plans.
Iâ€™m suddenly having a lot more of a social lifeâ€”nothing particularly anticipated. Just happening that way. A few I sought out and other upcoming trips and festivities that just popped up as an opportunity I grabbed. I really havenâ€™t wanted to invest the time in a superficial social life. If it doesnâ€™t make me happy, I have plenty of things to do alone that I find rewarding.
Iâ€™ve prepared more for this weekendâ€™s social activities than for the next several, but itâ€™s the nature of the event and the lesser ease of being around new people vs comfortable people. That means putting aside other things Iâ€™d planned to do just to take care of preparations.
Which brings me to my biggest pet peeve.
Someone asked me yesterday what my biggest peeve was and I couldnâ€™t decide on a single one that was any greater than the rest or that wasnâ€™t tied to a specific moment. But it goes along perfectly with my sense of impatience and letâ€™s-be-efficient-and-effective-and-get-this-done.
Whether itâ€™s Experianâ€™s telephone data collectors calling for the fourth time in two days about stuff thatâ€™s none of their business anyway, a snarky receptionist at my doctorâ€™s office who canâ€™t get the appointment dates right, men who spend hours talking to me about romance and then confess theyâ€™re already involved elsewhere, my younger daughter not calling in time to let me know she wouldnâ€™t be home in time for a family event that then had to be postponed indefinitely, authors who sign contracts to deliver manuscripts and then renege after Iâ€™ve paid for substantial editing, or potential students who want free information but have no intention of working toward actually learning anythingâ€”I really hate it when people waste my time.
Especially when they donâ€™t even acknowledge that theyâ€™ve wasted my time. Well of course not. How can they acknowledge to me what theyâ€™re oblivious about?
But on the upside, my daughters just walked in and announced theyâ€™ve come back to clean up their messes. They have only 30 minutes, but theyâ€™re back.
I guess SOME people do understand that I value my time.