I was met by an irate father who wanted to beat my ass. Never one to go quietly I dodged around the kitchen table and pled my case desperately. Dog tired with red bloodshot eyes he eventually gave up when he kept tripping over his own long legs in his exhaustion while chasing me. He told me he would let me walk free just this once…..as long as I understood that I wouldn’t escape punishment again. Glad to have avoided an ass whooping I mumbled something to the effect that we were on the same page about the matter. I was 11 years old. I had sneaked out while my father was in the shower. This was the age of cellphones but I had left mine at home intentionally. I didn’t do anything too bad just went to a friend’s house and played video games but I let time get away from me. It was after midnight when I finally ran home.
Now, with some jobs, it didn’t matter if you were a few minutes late, but this was shift work. The telephones were staffed 16 hours a day and we needed full-time and part-time people to make up the shifts. One person would be scheduled to arrive when another person was going off shift. So, I advised her, one of the important parts of her duties was to arrive right on time. Well, Monday comes along and doesn’t she arrive a half-hour late. I met her when she arrived and her excuse was she had to drop her daughter off at school and had left the house late. I reminded her that being on time was vital and she said she wouldn’t be late again.