Punctuality Difficiency Disorder

I am never on time in the mornings. Regardless of when I get up, or leave the apartment, I almost always manage to still get to work late.

In my defense, timing my mornings can get tricky. You see, my roommate functions like clockwork. He has a routine that he follows incredibly stringently, which involves leaving only a twenty minute window of bathroom use for me between 8:00am and 8:20am. I, on the other hand, function like a free spirit -- which is a euphemism for "I have no discipline." Trying to coordinate my schedule into his occasionally is the quantum equivalent of suturing a wound using a strand of spaghetti.

Aside from that, there's the public transportation system that, without fail, will deliver a late train that is jam packed full of people making me wait for the next one, even if I'm there on time. Couple that with my requirement for coffee and a small pastry for breakfast on the way in, you can almost guarantee that I'll be around 15 minutes later than I intend to get in (which is 45 minutes after the office actually opens).

Now, I know what you're thinking: Duy, maybe if you didn't waste time by doing stuff like blog in the morning before work, you might get there on time. Touche -- gotta run.