DST Rundown
Some local bloggers seem annoyed by the interruption to their routines, others anticipated it with glee.
With the weekend arriving, it brings with it the annual farce….er….tradition of moving the clocks forward an hour to Daylight Saving Time or British Summer Time as we call it back in the UK (which is a joke in and of itself - British Summer? are you kidding?!). And naturally, the usual gripes and groans and debates of whether it actually does any good are brought up, talked about and then put in storage until next year - hey, at least it’s recycling of a sort.
So it should be no surprise that tonight I will be capering like a leprechaun from clock to clock, giggling madly and clapping my hands in evil enjoyment of the fact that the morning crew has to get up an hour early this time instead of, like they do in the fall, be-bopping in all refreshed and happy after an extra hour of sleep and bragging about it in cold disregard of night shift’s bleary red eyes and haggard faces and death ray glares after working an extra hour so they could get that sleep. (And we don’t get an extra hour of sleep - we stayed an hour and still have to be back in twelve.)
Mike:
Does DST mean Daylight Stupidity Time?
We already know that it does to Congress.
I just wanted to offer my thanks to the US government for their immense wisdom in pushing DST back three weeks and making me wake up in the dark again.
Had we really been awake for an hour and a half? It took me a few minutes for it to dawn upon me- duh, time change.
Heather @ March 11, 2008