In the car on the way to work today I noticed that the clock was off by an hour. Oh, daylight savings must have happened, I thought. Because, lets face it, I don’t set clocks anymore. My cellphone tells me what time it is. I don’t have to dick around and look at the calendar and figure out that we’re in the middle of some ancient agrarian harvest festival or whatever. I just look at it. It has the current time on it. Done. End of story.
Why do we even still have daylight savings? It’s never made much sense to me. Hell, I don’t even know if we just started it or stopped it. I’m barely even aware of whether we gained or lost an hour. Does it even matter? I go to bed at one time and wake up at another. I don’t really care if the amount of time in between somehow changed while I was unconscious. It simply doesn’t effect anything (other than possibly my mood due to lack of sleep, but that’s pretty standard).
I’ve heard that the government has been trying to phase out daylight savings for quite some time. I’m not entirely sure why it needs to be phased out. Then again, they tried to teach Americans how to use the metric system and we all nearly shit our brains out fumbling around with the world’s simplest unit conversion system. I guess it’s no surprise that if, as a country, we can’t teach children how to multiply and divide by 10 we’re sure as heck not going to figure out how to not change the clocks twice a year. My mind reels at the audacity of such a stupendous chore!
Oh well, at least daylight savings doesn’t break everybody’s Zune. Right?