Is your time more valuable than mine?
I often find myself asking, “Why do some people think their time is more valuable than anyone else’s?”
About four times a year I work with someone who is a chronic rescheduler. The moment we book a meeting I know it will change — usually an hour or less before the meeting time. We typically play a few rounds of this game before the meeting happens.
We’ve all been there. How many of us have waited for hours in a doctor’s office or taken an afternoon off to be home for a repairperson?
Believe me, I realize people get busy. I’d rather my doctor spend quality time with me — even if that means keeping me waiting to extend the same courtesy to other patients. But the doctor who habitually booked three patients for the same time slot and then showed up late? I stopped going to her.
The idea that someone’s time is more valuable because they’re your “superior” just doesn’t sit well with me. Things happen, unexpected delays can come up. If you’re, say, the President of the United States or equivalent, I’ll wait for you all day.
But if you’re simply a chronic schedule abuser, it may be time to think about the way you plan your days and the people you’re keeping waiting. Just because you feel superior (or actually are, literally, their superior) doesn’t mean their time isn’t valuable.
If only I could charge a fee to people who chronically keep me waiting. That would put a tangible value on my time that anyone could understand, wouldn’t it?
To me, autumn feels like the time for a fresh start, more than New Year’s Day ever has. Maybe it’s the memory of buying new school clothes and school supplies (I still have great fondness for binders and notebooks, not to mention fall fashions). Perhaps it’s a rekindling of the anticipation of what might lie ahead in a new school year. Or maybe it’s the innate appeal of the chance to try again, to try something new, to try to achieve more than I did the year before.
