Stop for a second and consider how much time you spend in a day at your job. Maybe you have a part-time gig and you show up when you’re needed. Or maybe you have the role of hustler/entrepreneur in which every hour where you have your eyes open are considered working hours. Whichever one you
I hate being late. I can’t say that I’m always prompt, but I usually arrive somewhere between “Wow you’re early!” and “Damn, why’d you even show up?” On this occasion, I was about 20 minutes late. It was one of those moments when I walk in breathing heavily (because I’m out of shape, not because