When I was twenty, I got a job as a telephone operator. It was very regimented. VERY. You were timed for EVERYTHING. You had to wait outside the office door until precisely the time your shift started, and ‘plug in’ at exactly the minute you were scheduled for.
If you were late, they ‘wrote it up’ in your permanent record!
One day I knew I was going to be late so I called to ask for time off.
The supervisor said. “No! You’d better get here PDQ!”
I got in my little four cylinder Pinto and flew like the wind to get there on time. (And I’m sure I broke a few traffic laws!)
I was ONE MINUTE late.
The supervisor said she was going to write me up.
I said, “Okay, in that case I’m going down to the cafeteria and have a cup of tea and calm down from rushing to be here on time.”
She looked at me and said, “You can’t do that!”
I said, “Watch me! If you’re going to write me up for being late then I’m going to be good and G—D------ late!”
I wonder what ever happened to that permanent record? LOL
I used to be Feisty.
Now, I’m just too tired, LOL!