Don’t tell me it’s in your DNA. Don’t tell me you were born two weeks late. Don’t tell me you can’t help it.

I hate being late to anything. I really do. I hate when others are late. One of my best friends’ got married 6 months after I did. His bride was 2.75 hours late. That was 18 years ago.

Being late for a job interview, or for any job, especially habitually is cause for capital punishment of some type, like a long-lasting and sour memory of you wasting someone’s time. Will this be your legacy?  I was standing up in that wedding. They are still great friends, but that’s all I remember of the wedding.

If you’re constantly and consistently late, could this just be a small little ditty to the epic hook of your song. This might be the reason you’re not taken seriously as a serious candidate.

Are you making statements by being late? Consider the following:

• Is this your way of showing disapproval?
• Are you thinking that you work is worth the wait?
• Is this the first of half-efforts that you’ll make? What if it’s a project?

Another way for an employer to exclude you. How precious.  After all, there are 10 other people who will be on time, but they only need one person for the position.

If you’re reading this, I know you’ve been told hundreds of times by now you’re slow as chocolate covered snails, and lack concern for what people think of you. People who love you have accepted this behavior as an expendable part of you, and their cries for you to be on  time fall on deaf ears.

At least where there is money involved, don’t be late. Oh, and don’t be late reporting your status to unemployment.