What Day Is It?
Posted By Kristabella on March 10, 2009
So I’m back from vacation. And I feel like I’m moving around in a fog, like I’m in a dream because I’m not exactly sure what day it is, or what time it is. Because after spending about 36 hours in Chicago, I hopped a plane to Pittsburgh for work and I literally am totally confused. But that’s probably mostly because I decided not to set my watch ahead an hour, since I’m only here for 30 hours. So now I think it is a lot earlier.
Last week, before I left for vacation, was a blur. Work was busy, I had one thousand errands to run, a sinkful of dishes to wash (seriously, that dishwasher in the new place CANNOT COME SOON ENOUGH), cats to feed, laundry to do, pub trivia night, pedicures to get and oh my God I’m just stressed thinking about all that.
Vacation was awesome! I want to write a post about it, but I really need to get to bed. Oh, but wait! I can’t! Because I’m not tired! Because my body is like “WHAT FUCKING TIME ZONE ARE WE IN? FUCKING PICK ONE AND STAY IN IT!”
And really? My body has a damn point. Did you know Arizona doesn’t change time for daylight savings? They never change their clocks. They are like “what the hell is spring forward, fall back? Fall back into what? A pile of laundry?” So, this is awesome because I didn’t lose an hour of vacation. As much as my iPhone wanted to steal it from me, jumping ahead an hour and robbing me of an hour of sleep! (Seriously, I thought those things were programmed by computers. What happened iPhone? Did you forget where you were?)
So because they don’t change time, I went, in a span of a few days, from being in Mountain time, one hour behind of Chicago, to Pacific time, which is two hours behind Chicago. AND on top of that, Chicago did spring forward, which means I’m always thinking it is an hour earlier. I’m in a constant state of Mountain time with no awesome weather to show for it.
I landed at 10 PM on Sunday and got home about 11:30. Because Midway airport has the worst baggage claim ever. This is a notice to you flying in there for BlogHer. It trumps O’Hare in 100 different ways, it is my preferred airport to travel in an out of, but you will wait forever for your bag. And of course, when I got home, my body was like IT IS 8:30! Let’s have a party! And the cats were all “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? We are like almost out of food! We were going to have to start eating each other! Now pet us, woman!”
So I did and we all had a grand time until I realized it was after 1 AM and I had to actually get up and go to work on Monday. Imagine that! So I told myself that I needed to get to bed early on Monday night, what with going to Pittsburgh on Tuesday, but then Monday night is pub trivia night, which means I have to consume some very bad vodka drinks (it’s for the team), which normally makes me tired. Except the night when I NEED to go to bed and can’t because my poor body is used to drinking a lot and staying up late and it was only 8:30 PM in Arizona at that point!
And now I’m in Pittsburgh. Where it is an hour later, which means I might as well be living in London right now because what time is it there? Is it even still March? Is it summer? Is it Friday yet?
This was basically a long post telling you I’m tired and confused. You’re welcome.
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that post made me tired, and I’m the asshole in az who doesn’t have to change time. Take it easy this next week, I think it’ll take you that long to figue it all out (or it would for me)
I agree with mydogisyella – I got tired just reading about your travels! But the best thing you did was recharge your batteries in Arizona. And I totally forgot to tell you to try one place while you were there….damn! I hope the trip to Pittsville isn’t that bad – I had to live there for about six months when I was a paralegal and we had a huge trial going on…it was miserable. And cold. So get home soon and starting getting psyched about moving! (I can’t believe I just used the word psyched, but I’m leaving it there to be honest).
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You lost me. I have no idea what particular time zone you’re in.
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Just reading about the time zone changes confused me. But then, I am easily confused.
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Oh no! Drink some wine, that always knocks me out.
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This is my first time visiting your blog and Ha! That’s hilarious.
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That is too funny. My husband and I just got back from honeymoon – Hong Kong, Shanghai & Beijing (12 hrs ahead of Toronto), then Napa/San Francisco (3 hrs behind Toronto), then back to Toronto, where this past weekend we sprung forward. WTF!!! However, I got these AWESOME sleeping pills, knocked me right out and took the bite out of wicked jet lag. Hope you feel better soon.
fucking time zones.
do you feel like you’re on LOST?
alis last blog post..typical
The never changing clocks thing is one of the reasons why I love my home state so very much. I HATE THIS SHIT SO MUCH.
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I need a drink just from reading all that. And a nap. I’m sooooo ooooooollllllddddddd….
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Doesn’t usually bother me much, but it threw me off my game this time. Must have coincided with a moon phase or sumpin.
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I need some bad vodka drinks after reading that. I’d be so confused. Well, more than normal, that is.
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Oh I get this! While driving my daughter and grandson back to CA from NY last November (or was it October?) we hit Mountain time zone the night we had to “Fall back” – we were so screwed up we had to call the hotel front desk to find out what time it was, twice. Each time they replied with the time of day and the time zone. And our cell phones kept going back and forth an hour until we were about the middle Nevada. What is the purpose of DST again?
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