LATE PEOPLE

Well. It's a great yet chilly Friday night and I'm sitting at a booth alone waiting for my friends to show up mind you they are and hour late. I guess it's true what they say about a watched pot because I keep looking at the door waiting for them to walk through it. What is it with people and time? And I hate to say it but what is it with black people and time? We can not get it together. I just don't understand. U can say meet me at 8 o'clock and then 9 o clock rolls around and we are just strolling through the door like everything is ok and all is good in the world. I just don't understand this mentality. Don't you know that punctuality is a virtue. Something to strive for. In this day and age when everyone is networking and living very busy lives there is very little tolerance for tardiness. I find that I'm blogin the most when people have annoyed or offended me. Back to the subject at hand mind you it's hard to focus because the table next to me is loud as hell. But what do you expect at a bar? Anyways. What's also annoying is that when you ask the late arrivals how much longer its going to be before they actually do arrive and they say a few minutes knowing full well that a few minutes means another thirty. Is age directly related as well? I'm a bit older than the people I'm waiting for. I know things happen and geez I can't complain to much but I'm never more than 15 minutes late. My time is very valuable to me and I don't have time to sit in a packed bar waiting on two people who don't care about my time. Well that's all I have to say on the subject. I should tell you not to feel to bad for me. I consider myself pretty clever when it comes to these matters. Which is why I have plenty of games and music on my phone for such instances. Also readers you should know that I didn't even leave my house until I was reasonably sure that they were on the way here and sadly they are still frigging late. What does that say? So although I've only been hear about 20 mins verses an hour and a half. I'm still pissed. Ha. Trust it will be made quite clear that I will never wait on them again if this is how I'm to be treated. I know my limits and tardiness is a huge pet peeve. I'm kind of glad that I've had time to spend blogging though I wish it were on a happier note. Oh well. I've lived and I have learned. I'm not to bitter after all the long island I'm drinking is lifting my spirits!

Me And Modern Technology

Just today I was helping my mother with something mechanical. She's in her sixties which mind you I don't think is old at all. I see her struggling with things like the vent on the refrigerator and anything technological and I think to myself this stuff is so easy mom. Well the old foot is constantly being thrown in the mouth on many subjects including this one. I fumble and fumble lately with these websites and my cell phone and I get so frustrated. I see people half my age whizzing through this stuff like it's nothing and I struggle to figure out how to log out of Facebook. I promise it's like personal sabotage. I always promised myself that I would be the old man asking his grand kids how to turn on the telephone. But is it me, or is everything becoming way more difficult to operate than necessary? I feel like I'm slowly falling into that group o people that young men and women look at and shake their head and silently laugh inside because it comes so easily to them. I used to be that young person. But the even more tragic part of this is that I'm not even that old! They say I'd you don't use it you lose it. Well I can attest to tsp being a fable because

I've been using the computer an Internet as long as I can remember I even had a commodore 64 for all those old enough to remember what those were. I wrote programs and everything on that thing and now at the ripe old age of..... 30 something I can't even figure out how to log off of Facebook. Ok so I'm exaggerating a little bit but it's almost that bad. At any rate I've got to work harder than ever before to at least look like I know what I'm doing. I suppose however that a great deal of my problem stems from the fact that I can't ever remember my password to my accounts thus I can never get into them and that's a whole other discussion. So with all that said the lesson for me tonight is to submit to the reality that my memory isn't all that it used to be and to securely write down my passwords for retrieval at the required time. Ironically I'm using this compounded iPhone to write this blog. Talk about modern technology at it's best.