Anyway, the whole morning went well, so well that I was all chirpy and saying, "I'm so glad we're doing this in the morning!" and "It's so nice that it's bright when we get up-- it makes it much easier."
And then I got to work.
And then I saw the sign on the door-- a friendly reminder decorated with smiling suns and bright flowers-- "Don't forget to set your clocks ahead this weekend!"
And then I swore, loudly and in front of security cameras.
I HATE "Spring Ahead." It takes me weeks to adjust. I can't wake up in the morning and I get exhausted too early at night. It's like the universe is saying, "You feel great NOW, little one, but just you wait until next Monday. BWAHAHAHA. I AM NO TRIFLING OBSTACLE."
Oh yeah? Well, this year I'm going to kick your butt, Daylight Savings. Jut look like what I did to the yogurt cover that was glued on too tight: