Daylight savings and a six day workweek ... ullllllllgh....

[icarus]

Late last night I glanced at the computer clock. Wow. Much later than I thought.

Then I checked my bedside clock. Hold it. An hour differe--

--ooooh, noooooo.

Google search confirmed: Daylight Savings. And I had to be at work in a few hours.

Curled up and tried to get some sleep immediately. Two hours later, the phone rings. I'm in the wrong cycle of REM and off-kilter.

It's my boss, calling to remind me about Daylight Savings. About 40 minutes before I was scheduled to get up.

Let's make sure I don't get any sleep, okay?

Comments

[mad_maudlin]

Jeez. This is why you start reminding employees about DST before the day the time changes.

(Also, I was scheduled to work from 5-2:30 last night. Pointed out to shift manager that there was no 2:30 due to DST. Brain crashes ensued.)

[icarus]

What did they do? Pretend daylight savings didn't happen until 3:30am?

We have the 24-hour prayer vigil here, which means people are in the temple for two hour shifts around the clock. One of those shifts is the dreaded 2-4am. Daylight savings, that's a one hour shift. (But in the fall it's a three hour shift, oi.)

[mad_maudlin]

They just cut me when the time rolled forward. Which sucked, since that was also when the bars closed...the scheduler hadn't accounted for DST when she set us up, so bar rush was in full swing as people were clocking out.

[icarus]

It's an understandable scheduling mistake, but they should have been flexible. Sounds like it cost them (and you) money. Saturday bar rush isn't something you want to miss.

[mad_maudlin]

Actually, it really is. Especially when my coworkers are a sucking pit of negativity, a they have been every weekend this year so far. Plus, I'd already been there since 5pm and hadn't had a nap before work, so I was zonked.

[rellan]

The time change confused my kitties. They weren't ready for me so early. Of course, they didn't say no to food or ear rubs.

[icarus]

Cats are so funny about time. We had one kitty, Gem, who was so set in his ways, he got everyone up at 6am and insisted on a 10pm bedtime. His timing was on the dot, and for no reason we could see. Yes, mom had a regular show-snuggle time with him at 10pm ... but no one ever got up at 6am, not in our house. (Stepdad nicknamed him Phileus Fogg.)

Daylight savings screwed him up every year.