The five emotional stages of the clocks going forward
It's that time again. The clocks go forward (not back) tonight and this means only one thing - confusion, frustration and rage as we grapple with less sleep, and the arduous task of resetting all the clocks in our lives...
Here are some of the emotional stages we'll all negotiate this weekend:
Everyone will ask each other and themselves this question tonight: "Are the clocks going forward or back?". Answer: They are going forward by one hour at 1am tomorrow morning, March 25. A helpful rhyme to remember is 'spring forward, fall back'.
When the realisation hits that the clocks going forward means an hour less sleep tonight and, possibly, an hour less drinking in the local, we feel cheated. Yes, you got an hour extra six months ago but nobody told you you'd have to pay it back. Well, like it or not, now it's payback time. On the other hand it's the one night of the year on which night shift workers may rejoice if their shifts are reduced by one whole hour.
Why can't the #clocksgoforward at 4pm on a Friday so everyone goes home early? Who wants to lose sleep? Not me! 🙀— Evie the Cat (@HMCabinetCat) March 23, 2018
I'll sit on someone until they raise this at the next Cabinet Meeting 😼
Frustration and rage
Your smartphone is smart enough to change the time automatically but chances are your car, your cooker, your radio and your watch are oblivious to Daylight Saving. The confusion this causes to your sleep deprived brain is nothing compared to the frustration and rage that will ensue when you attempt to manually adjust the time one hour forward on said car, cooker, and radio. Car radios are particularly rage-inducing. Best just leave it until the time changes back again...
Who else is looking forward to the clocks going forward just so that the clock in your car reads the right time at last 🤣#clocksgoforward— Wayne Canning (@waynebaldy) March 23, 2018
You may have an entire day to get your head around the new time, but it's not enough. On Monday morning your alarm will penetrate your brain with its infuriating joviality at 6am as usual but your body feels like it's still 5am and that's the middle of the damn night.
#clocksgoforward— Sick of It (@fuckingsickofit) March 24, 2018
An hour closer to death. 🙄
But hey, it's bright outside as you set off for work/school/life and it's bright when you leave to return home. The potential for post-work pints (or whatever other outdoor pursuit tickles your fancy) under a glimmer of a solitary ray of sun is real. Things are looking up. There's a whiff of summer in the air. Enjoy!