my time obsession

this is one strong obsession i have and try as i have might, i have not been able to change it... it is in my upbringing. Mom and Dad always insisted for both of us that if we had to be in a place at a particular time, we had to be before time.
now in our respective professional lives, bro and I are misfits in some cases, correct in some others.
in 99 out of 100 cases (why not 100, i will explain down), we are correct... so in many conferences, i show up just a while after the organisers, while the other journos are either caught in traffic or in some other assignment.
today, when i called up Georgetown University at the nick of 1 pm, the time they are supposed to open and could renew my books, i was thrilled...someone is really following the clock, i mused.
and i insist the same with cab drivers, with R, B of course... and when a colleague who came home one evening and narrated the harangues i had with cabbies, B was cool and replied, "if city cabbies have such a tough time, you can imagine my plight."
but when i was five minutes delayed in a meeting this week, because of traffic (and the fact that in flat 40 minutes, i had to run to the pharmacy for R who came home with fever and B was in a meeting, not to be disturbed) and received a little less than double-didgit calls in exactly 30 minutes, my heart broke on two counts: one, i had done what i hate others do, make people wait; two, i had missed the record of being the super hyper human on the planet.
while i will take care about the first and will try harder to be before time in any meeting, be it an oil & gas conference that i am covering or a luxury house which is opening a new outlet, i am not sure what i can do for the latter. may be, in my next life, i will write for my own magazine, till then will have to grin and bear.