Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Losing Track of Time

After an extra long weekend to spend time with family who were in town, I found myself driving to work on Monday morning. A couple blocks away from campus, my husband called me on my cell phone (something he tries not to do because he knows I don't like to chat while driving unless it's time sensitive and brief).

"Going in a little late this morning, huh?" which is what he sometimes say when I leave the house for work later than usual. He wasn't trying to irritate me with his concern but know that my husband is always on time. When I say "on time", I mean like 30 or 45 minutes early. Late to him is when he arrives within the minute of the appointment or arrival time.

"Yeah, my supervisor lost her office keys and borrowed mine while I was out of the office so I'm trying not to beat her there because I'll be stuck waiting outside until she arrives."

"She goes in that late, huh?"

I paused, not quite sure what to make of his question. We both are scheduled in the office at 8 a.m. I guess 15 or 20 minutes late is pretty late (especially by my husband's standards). We finished up our conversation as I continued driving and then glanced at the clock on my car's dash.

It's 9:00 a.m.

WhaAAaa?? (I usually wake up before my alarm goes off so I don't even bother checking to see if my alarm is set or not or really looking at the time. That morning, I woke up and got ready for work like I usually do. I'm so use to the routine and how long it takes me to get out the door that I didn't really pay attention to the time, thinking that my timing was moving along as scheduled. I thought I had woken up around 7 a.m. when it was actually 8 a.m. All this confusion revolves around the one clock I have not changed since Daylight Saving Time ended (another long story). The clock is too damn confusing for me to tinker with and I was really trying to keep up with things being an hour earlier before we turned the clocks back an hour. How about that for irony?)

1 comment:

Annejelynn said...

this is hysterical - - sounds like something I've done before