There are times like this that I ask this question. Why do the clocks need to be moved forward an hour?
To clearly understand this question, you need to understand what happened yesterday. After my Toastmasters Club Executive Meeting, I did not have my 2 to 7 shift at Little Caesars. Instead, I had to work an entire closing shift from 2 to 11 pm. Why? Let’s just say that help was needed at work. Someone was asked to help with my dough shift while I helped manage the hectic Saturday. As a result, I had another unplanned dinner of a Bacon-Wrapped Crust Deep Dish (those are REALLY good, by the way…) So I ate that, in hopes that I could have my chili the night after that.
So long story short, about 10 hours passed at work. We had record sales, which unbelievably beat Friday’s for the week. Now for the problem. Remember how I mentioned the clocks being moved forward an hour? I left the store at about twenty minutes to midnight. For those of you who have already set your clocks forward, it was already the next day. It was actually 20 minutes to one.
Feeling really burnt at this point, I drove to my local gas station (gotta love it being 24 hours), bought a dark chocolate Reese’s and ate the whole thing when I got home. It was my prize. My reward to myself.
So now, I’m sitting here, typing this entry on four hours of sleep. The spring clocks beat me up. The unplanned and unforeseen at work drained every last ounce of my reserves. I’m an animated corpse, eagerly awaiting the evening. The golden moment when I can stagger into my room and plop on my bed, giving my body the sleep it so earnestly needs. Thanks clock. It’s an hour later, but my brain’s an hour behind schedule. I’m an hour more tired.
Today’s high is going to be 35 degrees and the silver lining will be getting the sleep that my body eagerly desires.
To those of you who hate losing that hour of sleep, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.
Muse: I missed my chance yesterday. But now he’s tired! This is the perfect opportunity! Plus I’m hungry! Heh heh heh!!!