Dear Daylight Savings Time,
I hate you. Please Die.
Sincerely,
Matthew J. Hanson
You longtime readers of Matthew J. Hanson.com may know well of my hate for Daylight Saving Time (or as I like to call it, Darkness Wasting Time.) Most of my hatred for Daylight Stupid Time comes from the fact I lose an hour of sleep every year.
“But Matthew J!” I hear you cry, “Don’t worry. Your loss is offset by a gain every fall!” While in a purely mathematical form, this may seem like an equivalent exchange, Nobel Prize winning economist Daniel Kahneman would be the first to point out that psychologically the loss is felt more than the gain.
If this was not enough, the US Congress decided to make things worse by changing the start and end dates of Dingbat Silly Time, such that my VCR and Heroes and instead record the “I Wish I Were as Cool as Quantum Leap” show.
But the final insult is that for me, Dastardly Snotty Time does not represent an extra hour of sleep. Instead it represents an extra hour of work. Yes work. I know long time readers may not realize that I actually possess a job (because I don’t). But I occasionally work overnight, including this Saturday into Sunday from 10:45 pm to 7:00 am. I will work from one until two, then set the clock back and work from one until two. Again.
P.S. After you die, come back as a zombie so I can shoot you in the face.
