Overbooked and Underpaid: Notes from a Yes-aholic

Anne & God - The March

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Anne & God - The Slacker

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Anne & God - The Night

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Behind The Scenes With Anne & God: That Little Old Lady

I hate being late.

Almost nothing in the world will set me fuming (and cursing) more than the fear that I will not be on time to work.

Or an appointment.

Or dinner with friends.

Or the airport, the train station, the boat dock etc.

Which means I usually leave my house freakishly early for anything with a set arrival time.

But you know what?

Sometimes stuff happens.

And the best-laid plans go out the window.

And you find yourself becoming one of those people who changes lanes a lot and who’s trying to hit every traffic light while it’s still green.

And maybe driving just a teensy bit over the speed limit.

And every single time I find myself in this situation, there they are:

THE SLOW PEOPLE.

The guy who can’t decide if he’s turning at that next intersection.

Or maybe the one after that.

Or the one after that.

Or the one after that.

The mom who keeps speeding up and slowing down, drifting out of her lane while she turns around to yell at her unruly kids.

The driver in the van with the tinted windows who enjoys sitting in the passing lane whilst going just about exactly the same non-passing speed as the car in the slow lane.

Oh, and the railroad gate that drops (just before you get there) for the 2 mile long train that you forgot crosses this road.

And finally, the little old lady who can barely see above her steering wheel and may even have forgotten where she’s going.

I used to inwardly curse these people.

And sometimes not so inwardly.

Until the day that somebody driving like a bat out of heck crossed the yellow line, passed both me and the little old lady, and got stopped a half a mile later for speeding.

I think I’d always figured that God was putting the slow people in my way on purpose.

And not in a nice way.

No, in more of a “you should have left the house earlier” sort of way.

But that day I decided to maybe give God a little more credit.

Maybe he was doing me a favor.

Saving me from traffic tickets.

Or worse.

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Anne & God - The Bassinet

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Anne & God - The Comfort Zone

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Anne & God - The Survivors

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Anne & God - The Critic

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Anne & God - The Brain Drain

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Anne & God - The Backlog

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