I have previously stated on several occasions that my favorite day of the year is the day in mid February when pitchers and catchers officially report to camp for Spring Training. Yes, I am a baseball nut, however this also signals the beginning of the end of my least favorite season – winter. Don’t get me wrong – it’s not that I dislike the cold, the rain, or the occasional snow. I actually quite enjoy all of the three, as well as the annual appearance of “Storm Team 12” or 6… or 4.
It doesn’t matter what channels in your local media market are occupied by local news teams – they’re the same everywhere – the only thing up for debate is exactly how much time will be spent on remote at a dry, albeit cold freeway overpass.
No, what I dislike is the unending darkness – the fact that one begins work under the slowly retracting cover of night, only to find that the covers have already been pulled back over the world by the end of the workday. It reminds me of the nights I spent working the graveyard shift while in college – not a very pleasant time. Additionally, with the winter comes my busiest time of the year at work. It seems that people have more house fires in the winter due to all the makeshift portable heaters, fireplaces and Christmas-related items, meaning more time on the road, and tighter timeframes under which to work – all in the dark.
So, two paragraphs in, and I can already hear you – “yeah Chris, so what’s the point?”
Well, the point is I also dislike daylight savings time. Or, more importantly, the fact that it’s 11:23 right now, I am not at all tired, but yet I have to get up in four hours in order to make the 8:30 appointment I have four hours away. You see, this combines some of my least favorite activities – beginning work while it’s still dark, followed by working (yes, working in general – while I do like my job, it is in fact still work), and finally, getting home from work after dark.
“Yes, Chris, but daylight savings time ensures that it will in fact be lighter later – its good for the economy – you want the US to prosper, right? You’re not un-American, are you?”
Shut up.
This is my time to complain, and I’m going to get my money’s worth. Normally I don’t care either way - I would prefer we do nothing but move the clocks back, but I realize that by year four of doing this my plan would have seriously backfired – and for what, an extra hour of sleep? No, that’s no good.
My major qualm is that the first work day into DST will be spent being unnecessarily tired inside a house that isn’t mine, working, and by the time I make it back to my place it will already be dark. It just seems like it got personal this year. While the winter is ending, and with it, hopefully my busiest season, one of the harbingers of that change is showing up just in time to twist the knife a little.
Father time, you are one hell of a bastard.

