Moroccan Time

One of the most difficult things to get used to, culturally, has been Moroccan time - more appropriately described as an oxymoron. Imagine a world where time is only a guideline at best, and 4pm actually means around 5 or 6pm. maybe. We spent 45 minutes in a sidewalk cafe today waiting for some people from reseau maillage to show up. Right before that, we waited 30 minutes at a bus stop for my friend Moonya, who told us she'd be at the station in five minutes. In addition, the standard workday in Morocco is 9am - 12, and 2:30pm-6. This gives them over two hours to eat lunch, even the kids come home.
Part of this comes from a much more relaxed attitude about time in general, Moroccans seem to rely often on fate, and remark "God willing," when referring to time. Concerns such as family matters and friends are more important than being on time, and if a Moroccan runs into someone on the street, they might very well end up being twenty minutes late to lunch... or an hour or two.
This has some benefits. For once in my life, I'm not wearing a watch constantly, and... I've just relaxed in general. Men seem to spend an inordinate amount of time at cafes, sipping the a la menthe or coffee, reading their papers and conversiing with friends. It's really not a bad life. However, it's still incredibly difficult to adjust to. I've started getting up earlier, going out to get bread in the morning, take a break, then spend the afternoon ambling around the medina, and there's definitely an appeal to the lifestyle.
The problem is, and this has been echoed most recently by the Moroccan's western-educated king, is that not a lot, at least on the surface, seems to get done. Most buildings are constantly "under renovation," sometimes with people working, sometimes not. There are many half-finished construction projects by the beach, and on the surface, you really don't see the same sort of goal-oriented hustle and bustle that you see in America, everything is much more casual. It's kind of a double-edged sword for me, because I love the opportunity to just act more casually, I mean, it is summer after all. However, I also get the nagging feeling that... more can be happening. Part of it is this American culture ingrained in me that's so highly competitive and time-oriented, and I can't quite seem to escape it. Not to sound overly paternal, but I wonder if a little more... acceptance of concrete time would help Morocco.