Looking at my clock right now.

I kind of pride myself on being one of those people who shows up exactly when he's supposed to.  Sure that may make me look like a stick in the mud, and it may be completely unfashionable to be everywhere on time, but I do it anyway.

When it comes to parties, family get togethers, and other social interactions that have a loose set of time constraints, I'm a little more relaxed about showing up on time, or others showing up on time.  I will usually try to be there on the dot, but I don't mind if others are not.

At work, it's a different story.  I have no less than four objects on my desk that tell me the time.  There is no excuse for me to be late to a meeting that is located two floors below the one I work on.  If I was going to be late for any reason, I would send a message or try to call.  But not some people, oh no, some people feel that if they set a meeting in my calendar and decide that, say, scratching their back takes priority over meeting me in the conference room and divulging whatever information necessitated the meeting, then they are completely within their rights to leave me sitting in a cavernous room, at a table, all by myself...wasting my time!

I think that's the point, too.  If you are not on time for the meeting, it may take you more than the allotted time to spew forth whatever inane information you thought I needed in the first place.  If you don't show up for that meeting at all, then I wasted ten minutes waiting for you and three minutes double checking the time and place to make sure that I wasn't the one in the wrong.

This has happened to me twice today.

Thanks for being on time...douchebag...