I had a friend back in the 80’s who moved to Chicago from Indiana - she was thoroughly confused by DST - she said in Indiana they didn’t change the clocks, they just changed the time Wheel of Fortune came on.
I have got up early a number of times. When I think about it, it’s hardly surprising as there are several contributing factors.
First, Western Australia is having a trial of daylight saving over a period of three years. This summer is year two. Last year was obviously year one and it was the first time I’d been somewhere that had daylight saving since 2000.
Second, I work as a pilot. My roster is shown in terms of the take-off (wheels-up) time of my flight expressed in UTC (Greenwich Mean Time.) I am then required to be at work two hours before the wheels-up time. When daylight saving is not in force, we are eight hours ahead of UTC.
So normally my roster will say that I’m taking off at say 0030. I then add eight hours to convert to local time and then take-off two hours to get a start work time. So a 0030 wheels-up means being at work at 6:30am.
Now here’s the cool bit. The flight times don’t change with daylight saving. So if a particular flight we do was normally at 0030 UTC then it remains at 0030 UTC. So then instead of having to be at work at 6:30am, I’m supposed to be there at 7:30am.
I have become so used to adding eight hours that I don’t really have to add eight hours any more, it’s a bit like becoming fluent in a language. I just know that 0030 UTC equals 8:30am local. Except it doesn’t anymore, it’s 9:30am.
Needless to say there have been numerous times where I’ve set the alarm and got up an hour early. When I was younger, I would’ve had that nice “ahhhh, another hour of sleep” feeling, but now I find it difficult to get back to sleep so I just get up and mope around for an hour.
Many years ago, my wife (then-fiancee) and I were leisurely making our way to Candlestick to see the Giants vs Braves, and planning to get there in time to see batting practice. Realized on the way that it was the first day of DST, and we had to sprint to make the first pitch.
Back in 1989 or 1990, my brother was coming to town for business. We agreed to meet up for dinner at a restaurant, at 6 PM. Typo Knig was out of town on business, so it was just me.
I got there a few minutes before. Ordered a drink while I waited. 6:15 came and went and no sign of my brother.
At 6:30 I started getting worried and phoned his wife to see if she had a phone number for the place he was staying. I tried that number, no answer. (this was before cell phones were anything but a curiosity).
At 6:30 I remembered - it was the last weekend in October. It was really 5:30. :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack:
At 6:00 (new time), 7:00 (my time), my brother showed up. Wondering why I’d been so worried, and - as I thoroughly deserved - laughing at me.
DST usually bites me in the ass days or weeks after the change. You know how there’s always the one clock you didn’t get around to?
Once in high school, I had been skipping class with a friend who went to another school. In the afternoon, he dropped me off near my school and went on home. I went into a nearby restaurant to wait till the end of the school day, at which time I planned to catch my usual bus. Sadly, I was wearing the watch I forgot to change, and when I got back to school, it was an hour too late. I had to call my stepdad with some malarkey about staying late to work on a project. “Remember? I told you about it…”
At my last company we flew over to Vegas once for a trade show, arriving on Saturday. We had a dealer meeting Sunday afternoon, and when we showed up, it was almost over. I had completely fogot that DST would change that day.
I was late to pick up a friend at the airport once.