When we first met he had just finished college. He used to be horrendously late for everything, including work. By which I mean a couple of hours, standard.
I remember getting to a point where I would deliberately arrange to meet somewhere that wasn't my house, and i would only wait 15 minutes for him and then leave. This was before mobile phones, so there was no way of getting in touch with someone if you got to where you were supposed to meet them and they weren't there for whatever reason.
I also remember saying to him that however good he was at what he did, in his field of work, if he was gonna be late like that people wouldn't hire him again. They would pick someone who could do an OK job, but who would be there when they were supposed to, over him, any day.
That seemed to snap him out of the being late for work thing. And he would be quite good at calling ahead if he thought he would even be late. I guess he could see quite clearly how changing his behaviour would benefit him in that respect.
Oh well. I suddenly feel really, really tired and drained.
