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Again with the Daylight Savings Time

Seriously. What is the point of this constant clock movement? Spring ahead. Fall back. Spring ahead again. Fall back once more. Hey, everybody! Let's Spring ahead one more time. How about KEEPING YOUR HANDS OFF THE CLOCK! Unless they devise a way to automatically change every clock and wristwatch that I might possibly come in contact with, I want no part of it.

I'm convinced Daylight Savings Time was created by some guy who experienced an unbalanced amount of bullying in his childhood. In order to "get back" and everyone who had wronged him, and in a desperate effort to feel "in control," he decided to make us endure time changes. Do you know what it's like to wake up and think its 8:00 only to find out the cell phone says 9:00 but the oven says 8:00 and the computer says 9:00 and the car says 8:00? It's like slipping into crazy, that's what it feels like. And just when you thought you got it under control you go to work the next day and think there's ten minutes until lunch time but then learn no one changed the big clock on the wall and you have a whole hour to plod through before you can take a much needed break.

So, Daylight Savings Inventor Guy: I'm sorry you were picked on but it's time to let go of the grudge. Let go and let the time stay.


Team Baribeau said…
Move to Arizona or Hawaii... No more DST=) So messed up!! This is the first time in 7 years i've had to "spring ahead" and your post aptly describes my day:). Thanks for sharing the pain.

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