I’m noticing a trend in my life and I don’t like it: being let down by other people.
I don’t mean end-of-the-world, life-changing stuff. I mean the day-to-day commitments we make to each other, just to keep things ticking over. Turning up on time, doing what we say we’ll do, fulfilling services offered…that kind of thing.
I’ll freely admit admit that I’m noticing a tendency towards Victor Meldrew-type general anger at the public as I age, but I’m not there yet. Not completely, anyway. That said, this morning I was almost hit (maybe two inches to spare) by a speeding Uber Eat cyclist, while on the pavement. No apology after he skidded to a halt at my feet – he just sped off.
I then made my way into the office for a meeting, where the only other person attending didn’t bother to turn up. Oh she called, but 25 minutes after we were due to start speaking. And only then to say “I’m running late, so maybe we can reschedule?”. Feeble.
And I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve almost been killed by speeding cars flying through pedestrian crossings against the lights. In Canary Wharf, it seems to be some kind of sport.
I’m not going to harp on about millennials, because that type of generational segmentation is bullshit outside of marketing agencies. Seriously. Stop it. There are no age profile differences going on here. But in the last couple of years, I’ve become increasingly aware that some people just give zero fucks about letting other people down. None. Not a one.
I’m also not going to contribute to my own early death by stressing about this. I’m not going to explode like Michael Douglas in ‘Falling Down’. But I’m also not going to just suck it up and get on with life.
I’ve started to give some feedback. You can bet that cyclist got some feedback. So did the person (I’m the client!) who didn’t turn up for the meeting this afternoon. And so I’m going to continue to provide this feedback, in the vague hope that the flakey masses somehow become a little less flakey and we all start turning up on time, prepared and happy to help out.
This otherwise dismal day was rescued by the free coffee I received at Pret this lunchtime. And the smile that accompanied it. See? Not everyone is an arse…