Nothing, nothing infuriates me more than people who can’t time-manage their way out of a paper bag. Especially when a good portion of that time involves my work as well, in some fashion.

After thirty-odd years, you would think that people would know how good/bad they are at these sort of things, and allot time accordingly. But no; people appear to turn cheerful blind eyes to this particular fault, or maybe they just don’t care.

I, however, do care. A lot. And when I do work to hit a deadline of some sort, and everyone else lags behind, I get damned angry. Why? Why do I care, when my work is done? Partially because I usually end up looking bad as well; partially because I sometimes end up having to take more time out of my schedule to solve the problem thusly created, occasionally forcing me to cancel something that had been planned; but mostly because I get sick and tired of watching people make the same mistake over and over and not learning from it.

Time management. It’s tied up in procrastination and the inability to understand that other people are depending on you. And maybe the whole concept of time passing, or being able to quantify time, or whatever.

Whatever it is, I’m tired of it. I’m tired of being yoked to other people in projects where people don’t understand that their work affects others. And I’m tired of snapping into being off-the-deep-end enraged about it after making an effort to be as understanding and as supportive as possible.