The "why-should-i-be-on-time" day

First of all i want to anticipate that i have never been a very duly person. Actually i am running most of the time to be as less late as possible.
It is said that timeliness is a question of courtesy, but i would rather tend to Einstein's relativity which says that everything is relative - including time. And by the way: everybody who's important and therefore waited for is as a rule tardy. In fact being on time is one of the great do-nots!

Today i shouldn't even have started to try to be as quick as my watch tells me. When my boyfriend's alarm rang at 7.30, i turned around knowing it was too early yet. At 7.45 my alarm managed to get me up and i then had to manage to get my boyfriend up. And this is the point where we were actually running late cuz we had to be at the trainstation at 8.20 to meet up with my boyfriend's father who was dropping by on his journey to Italy.

Finally we ended up hurrying, almost running, again and realizing that we at the trainstation at 8.25. Fine! Only five minutes - we were bettering!
But we were wrong: we were too early (imagine that!). The train would not arrive before 8.30 - a misunderstanding had taken place and therefore we were already on the platform when Stefan's father did arrive. Wow, it is a strange feeling to be the waiting one...

In the afternoon i had an appointment at the Innsbruck University's Language Institute (ISI) to convert a seat reservation for my next spanish course at 14.00. Although i thought i'd have enough time to go there calmly i ended up fetching the bus in a hurry again. And as i found myself at the wing of the building where the ISI should be i found that it ain't there any longer because of the great building lot at the Uni. It was by then already 14.01 - so i would actually have been on time, aye?
So i hurried to the wing - on the other end of the Uni of course - where the ISI office should be now. Arriving there the nice lady told me that i can't possibly have a seat reservation for today, because enrolling will not start before next week's monday... Great! My theory that timeliness is futile, turned out to be true!

And the moral of the story is: i should either get myself a filofax where i'll put all my schedules with a quarter hour adjustment, a loud alarm clock and tolarant people around me OR agree to the fact that tardyness is courteous - or at least give me a bit more leeway!