Well said, Max…well said.
There are few things scarier to me than not knowing the schedule for the rest of the day. Seriously, it’s up there with Australian Bat Lyssavirus, asking girls out, and being stuck in the zoo’s lion enclosure at night with a steak super-glued to my bum.
I have this intense need to know when important events and tasks will take place, and how long they will last. If someone tells me they’ll arrive at 4 o’clock, and they show up at 5, I get irrationally upset, though I’ll try my best to hide it. If someone tells me a job will take an hour and we’re still going after an hour and fifteen minutes, it’ll be hell between my ears. Because if it isn’t over in the time I was told, how much longer will I be stuck there? Two hours? Three? I feel trapped and helpless. The schedule for the day I had planned…
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