Lateness. I've been thinking about it a lot recently, but it all came to head this morning.
I arrived for a meeting at an agency, which shall remain nameless, on time and raring to go. I was greeted hospitably and offered a drink. I said, "yes please, a cup of tea would be lovely". Quarter of an hour later, I was beginning to get restless and thirsty. Half an hour later, I was rapidly sinking into a bad mood and extremely thirsty.
After three quarters of an hour (and numerous discussions with the receptionist), I was finally ushered into a small room and the meeting began.
"So, you are X from Leeds".
"No" I said.
Cue all looking extremely confused.
"Actually, I'm Y, from the IPA".
Cue red faces from the agency and a hasty dash to grab the right set of papers. I spent the next hour trying to look cheerful and contribute interesting ideas, all the while thinking what an absolute shambles they were.
The cup of tea never arrived either!