I am going to apologize for the ranty nature of this post. It is a rant. And I’m kind of sorry. But Island Time is a thing and sometimes it needs to be ranted about.
I love Barbados. I love everything about this rock. The weather, the sea, the smell, the sounds, the food, the people. I have even fallen in love with someone here. The only thing I am struggling with is the concept of Island Time when it comes to making actual plans. Let me give you a timeline of how tonight’s plans worked out.
Wednesday plans were discussed with everyone involved. We agreed to touch base on Friday.
Me, Friday @ 5:24pm: Just checking to see what’s going on tonight?
Shawn, Friday @ 6:12pm: Other couple can’t make it. When are you and Linda heading out?
Me, Friday @ 6:17pm: Linda’s not coming. I’ll leave here about 7pm and meet you at Wendy’s.
Shawn, Friday @ 6:18pm: Sounds good. Message me when you’re leaving.
Me, Friday @ 7:05pm: Leaving now.
Shawn, Friday @ 7:08pm: Just jumping in the shower.
At this point, I am thinking WTF. You’ve already had almost 45 minutes notice that I was leaving about 7pm.
Me, Friday @ 7:10pm: Ok…message me when you’re ready. I’m not sitting at Wendy’s for hours.
Me, Friday @ 8:08pm: You still awake over there?
Shawn Friday @ 8:12pm: yup, just throwing on some clothes
Cheese on bread, just fucking get ready all ready.
Me, Friday @ 8:13pm: So I should leave in about 15 minutes?
Shawn, Friday @ 8:13pm: Sounds good
Me, Friday @ 8:33pm: Leaving now
Shawn, ,Friday @ 8:34pm: Leave in 10 minutes.
SERIOUSLY?! I have been ready since 7pm
At this point, I am done for the night. I have not messaged back. And while I just got a message 7 minutes ago, I’m ignoring it. I am all for culture. I am all for being accommodating. But what about me? Why is my time any less important than his? I’m sorry, but there comes a point where Island Time is disrespectful. And at that point I shut down and go to bed for the night.
Island Time. Slow and Stop is how they work here. And it really eventually pisses this Canadian off.