Daylight Savings Time = Michael Headache

Alright, I’ve never really understood Daylight Savings Time, when we’re on it and when we’re not.  I’ve never truly understood its purpose, nor do I get why some municipalities observe it and some don’t.  Fine… whatever.

So here I am trying to live my life and every time we have to shift clocks, it’s a major nightmare.  I have so many little clocks, phones and electronic gadgets with time-keeping devices that I find myself holding buttons down, holding combinations of buttons, etc, etc, to try to figure out which ones let me change the time.  It’s a true pain in the butt.

Now I’ve also discovered the wonder of automatic devices that perform the shift for you automatically.  Wonderful, right?  WRONG!!!  Apparently the powers that be have changed the official date for the time shift, so any devices that had a date hard-coded in their circuitry will be off by an hour between the original date and the new date for the time shift.  Here I am at 4:00am and I go to bed and the clock reads 3:00am.  We have to get up early in the morning, so now I have to manually (half asleep) quietly reset the bedroom clock, in the dark, using unfamiliar settings and hope that the clock itself doesn’t automatically outsmart me and perform the time shift again.  I think I’ll set the date back a couple of days.

We also have several of these “atomic clocks” in the house.  You know, they’re the ones that automagically set themselves by some satellite.  Well, for each of the ones we own, that “magic satellite” has been MICHAEL.  I’ve yet to get one of these freakin’ things to read the right time.  Of course, after I manually set the damn things, they eventually do pick up a satellite and then the f’ing things incorrectly shift the time by an hour.  It’s then that I play with the ‘daylight savings time’ button on the back; I shift it to whatever will make the time right again, since I never know when we’re on/off “Daylight Savings Time”.  Why they just don’t label the button “an hour FORWARD” on one side and “an hour BACK” on the other side is beyond me. 

Sometimes I really hate technology.  At least I did an hour ago, but I couldn’t tell you what time that was other than ‘bedtime’.  ”Good Night broken clocks everywhere.”