I just looked at the clock in my office and realized once again that I still haven’t changed it back one hour from daylight saving to standard time. I don’t actually rely on that clock much, since the ones on my computers’ toolbars are more handy, and well, at the moment the desk clock is partially obscured by a rising tide of assorted papers to be filed … eventually. It’s like there’s a time zone boundary running the length of the office. (Sort of like how Thom and I each have an alarm clock on our nightstands, but for some reason they’re a few minutes apart; apparently our bed is some kind of time gulf.)
Maybe I haven’t changed my office clock because I get some satisfaction in looking at it, being surprised at how much time has gone by, and then realizing, whew, I have an extra hour. Hmm. The fake-out isn’t much comfort when you’re waiting for lunchtime. Or quitting time. OK, I’m changing it now.
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Do you feel funny for the first few days after the time change? I know I have gone through all the DST change stuff but I don’t even remember anymore. Don’t you hate it when it happens you thought you could get out now but there was one more hour to work? or you thought it was Friday today but it was actually Thursday? hehe.
Hah hah, it’s somehow reassuring to hear about another ‘piler-not-filer.’
In the other hand, it makes me crazy when my clocks aren’t all perfectly in sync.