20 April 2008

The Art of Being Tardy

I'm procrastinating on a paper that I'm supposed to be writing, and so I feel that it is an appropriate time to tell you about a phenomenon that I have dubbed "Los Angeles Time".

To put it simply, I think that Los Angelenos have elevated being late to an art. Not only are people late here....people are extraordinarily late. Flagrantly late. Blatantly late. "5 minutes before the end of a 2-hour class" late. I've never seen anything like it. It's amazing, and it can almost always be blamed on the traffic. In fact, if I had a car, I think I could get away with a heck of a lot, and blame it on the traffic. But I digress....

Back to the tardy people. Perhaps the late thing offended me at first because I grew up in the Midwest and worked on the East Coast, where people really value promptness and an industrious approach to work. Which is not to say that people on the West Coast don't work hard.....it's just that their hard work will probably show up a little (or a lot) later than expected.

And it probably has something to do with the time zones too. A lot of people have asked me, "is it hard being 3 hours behind everything?" Well, no, not at all. Mainly because everyone here thinks "everything" is here. I suppose if you've grown up knowing that you start your day after about 95% of the world's population, you get used to not caring when things get done. "Well I'm going to be later than everyone else anyway, so who cares?" I'm just speculating.

So, in conclusion, I've got to get back to writing this paper so I can hand it in on time....but if I didn't, would anyone care? Probably not. But I'm too industrious to test that theory!

2 comments:

liz said...

hahaha, i am constantly late and the furthest west i have ever lived is texas (aside: only 2 things come out of texas). i wonder what that means? maybe i need to move west!

Anonymous said...

In Hawaii,we call it "Aloha Time". I've been late to nearly everything important in my life. By moving to Hawaii, I've found a place where being late is part of the normal pattern of life.

There both good and bad to this.

Ah, the joys of having an ocean between here and anywhere...