You know what I HATE?

Okay, a bit of a rant for the night...

One of my absolute biggest peeves is unreliable people. I'm pretty easy-going... I fully realize that people are busy and that sometimes, even when I want them to, they can't make plans.

This is fine with me.

What I can't handle is looking forward to something, making plans for days, sometimes even weeks, then having people back out the same night with some shitty last-minute excuse. If you've got better things to do, fine... bugger off and go do them... but don't make me fucking wait around for you while you do your shit and then break the plans made.

This summer I seem to have encountered more of this then ever before (or, at least, it's happening all at the same time). Tonight was a fantastic example... I've been waiting for weeks to go watch the UFC pay per view. I'm a big fan of mixed martial arts and love to watch the Montreal fighter George St. Pierre. It's his title defense tonight, so I made plans a week ago to go see the fights with a couple of guys I know. They wanted to go grab beers and watch them with me, so I planned out a time and the three of us agreed.

Today, I received a call saying that one of them was going to be a bit late. This I can handle. Then, the other guy let me know he was going to be running late too... again, no problem. So I wait patiently until about 7:30 (30 minutes after the fights have started) and I get a message from the one guy saying that he might not make it because he's at his aunt's b-day party and a bunch of his family is there. Okay, you know what, that sucks but another guy is still coming. So, I wait for another 45 minutes and am just on my way to the pub and I'm just about to call buddy #2, and I get a text message... you guessed it, he bailed too.

Now it's 8:30, the bars are jammed, and I don't have anyone to attend the fights with. Thus, I sit at home pissed off and I'm gonna miss everything.

This is stacked on top of the fact that I waited around all morning because my boss was supposed to call me so I could pick up my paycheque for the end of my summer of painting. I'm still on the coast for a week, but I finished painting yesterday and he said he could clear up what he owed me. I also knew he was in a golf tournament this afternoon so he wanted me to pick it up before he had to go to that. Fair enough... no problem.

So I waited around all bloody morning. I texted him at 10:30 letting him know that I'm ready to stop by whenever he was good to go. I phoned him at 11:45 and left a voicemail saying that I'm around and ready. Do I get a call back? Nope. Not until 6:00! And I'm over the fact that he buggered off on me this morning, so I asked him when he wanted to meet up. He said he would be back home "shortly" and he'd call me so I could meet him. Over an hour later, still no word. So I texted him to see if he was home. I didn't get my cheque until 7:45 tonight, again waiting around for him.

Today was obviously particularly bad, but I can't tell you how many times I've waited around for phone calls or meet-ups and have been disappointed. Are people in their mid-20's fundamentally flaky? What the hell is up?

Not impressed, people. If you commit to something, just fucking commit. I can't handle the bullshit of wasting my time waiting for disappointment.

I guess I've said my piece... I think I need a beer.

T