A Woman's Take on Being Late by K. Denise Holmberg
What’s Really Important? A young woman, who acknowledged she was late for everything, was asked: “If I offered you a million dollars, but said you had to meet me here no later than 8:00am tomorrow … what would you do?" “I’d be here at 7:59am!” she proclaimed. It was important to her … that million dollars. She would have showed up on time. So what does that say about the things she’s late for? Or the people she leaves waiting? Convicted In 1980, I started working for American Airlines. It was my dream job. I knew it was what I wanted to do since I was eight years old. That's when I visited my cousin, Sherry, on a layover. She was a “stewardess” and was stunning in her brown uniform and pillbox hat. She spoke of traveling the world. I was hooked. I pursued the airlines as soon as I was old enough and became a “flight attendant.” In a career that spanned sixteen years, I was never late once. In fact, I always signed in an hour early. It was important to me