I don’t really like having clock shifts, but I will say that it’s less obnoxious in 2024 when most of my clocks update automatically.
In, say, 1990, it was an ongoing headache to have to manually fiddle all the timekeeping devices twice a year. Invariably, there’d be a timepiece or two that I’d forget about and not update until months later. Now I typically don’t even notice, just have one slightly-groggy day a year and one day a year when I wake up early.
I have that internal clock punishment thing going on. Since the last change I’ve been on time twice, and I probably won’t be on track until it changes back and ruins me again. I used to forcefully hack it by having energy drinks for a week or so but these days one or two of those and blood comes out. At least at my current job nobody will hassle me about my hours if I still get the work done, but I miss being able to maintain a schedule that makes sense.
Then there’s my animals. They will never understand and give me the look of “come on, this wasnt funny the last 5 years so why are you doing this again?”
I feel this (maybe not the blood part). My last job people really didn’t care, but now I’m on a stricter schedule and it’s rough. I can’t stand walking out of work to see the last rays of sun, assuming i get to see them at all.
I don’t really like having clock shifts, but I will say that it’s less obnoxious in 2024 when most of my clocks update automatically.
In, say, 1990, it was an ongoing headache to have to manually fiddle all the timekeeping devices twice a year. Invariably, there’d be a timepiece or two that I’d forget about and not update until months later. Now I typically don’t even notice, just have one slightly-groggy day a year and one day a year when I wake up early.
I have that internal clock punishment thing going on. Since the last change I’ve been on time twice, and I probably won’t be on track until it changes back and ruins me again. I used to forcefully hack it by having energy drinks for a week or so but these days one or two of those and blood comes out. At least at my current job nobody will hassle me about my hours if I still get the work done, but I miss being able to maintain a schedule that makes sense.
Then there’s my animals. They will never understand and give me the look of “come on, this wasnt funny the last 5 years so why are you doing this again?”
I feel this (maybe not the blood part). My last job people really didn’t care, but now I’m on a stricter schedule and it’s rough. I can’t stand walking out of work to see the last rays of sun, assuming i get to see them at all.