Here in the states, this is the weekend you move the clocks back. When I was young and went to church, there was one family that everyone knew would forget and either be early or late, depending on spring or summer.
Every forget to change them?
Never, I am always an hour early for work, and set them back the night before because I have NEVER been late before (ever, in all of my short life).
Yes, often, and I wish we’d get over daylight savings time already. When I lived in Arizona was the only time I was free of this madness.
Fortunately, two of my clocks are atomic so I’ll have at least some idea what time it is.
I was in England a few years ago in March, when the clocks move forward. In Korea we don’t have DST, and I was out in a rural area (Glastonbury) so somehow I missed hearing about it and ended up missing the only bus to Bath that was running that day. I was 20 and traveling on my own so it was quite a nightmare.
The one I always forget is my VCR. It doesn’t have an automatic time display. My cable box does and it resets itself. So I see that the cable box is on the right time and I forget that the VCR is still an hour off. Then I set up the VCR to tape some show and miss it and then I remember to reset the clock.
Clock change is tonight? First I’ve heard of it. Fortunately, Karana created computers, which keep track of such things. I’ll see the note when I fire up the 'puter tommorrow, and adjust accordingly. Am glad ya mentioned it, though–I’m in Court in a distant County on Monday, and could do without a bonus hour in Bugtussle…
I live in God’s Country, which, for years, did not observe DST. A year ago, satan’s spawn invaded the state legislature, and now we do. Fortunately for me, all of the clocks in my house update themselves automatically.
This story is somewhat related as it pertains to someone who changed his clocks a week too early in the spring. Back in my days of a menial fast food worker, I often worked Sunday mornings. I was due in at 8:00 AM. At about 7:10 AM the phone rang and it was the manager asking me if I was going to come in. I told him yes, but that it was only 7:10 and that I wasn’t due in until 8:00. He insisted that it was 8:00 AM due to the time change. I told him that the clocks change next week. He said he would call for the official time and then call me back. Sure as shit enough, he called back and told me the time was still 7:mm (See? I told you so, moron! :rolleyes: ), as if my word wasn’t good enough. He didn’t apologize for needlessly calling or for the fact that he doubted me (he was a jerk, anyway). Thinking he had arrived too early himself, I thought he might use this time to get things set up. When I got there, he hadn’t done a damn thing.
One time me, my father, and mother all set the clocks back an hour (each clock got set back 3 times).
Sometimes I don’t change my clocks at all, or not for months.
I did once. My husband was out of town, and I basically had nothing going on that required me to check a clock until I was to meet my brother for dinner at 6 PM.
I got to the restaurant at 6. Waited. Had a soft drink. Waited some more. Began trying to reach my brother (this was before cell phones, and he was in town on business and I had no idea where he was). About 6:40 I realized why he was “late”. :smack: :smack: :smack:
Come to Arizona, where we still refuse to participate in this silliness.
Queensland has also avoided the whole “changing the clocks” issue by refusing to participate in Daylight Savings as well.
This causes all kinds of problems, considering NSW and Victoria do observe daylight savings…
Yup. Coming from Ye Olde Tropical Sun, where we don’t have no truck with all these them there new-fangled Daylight Savings, I’ve never had to change a clock in my life until I came to live in England. The first time it happened I was spending a more or less solitary weekend, and completely forgot to change the clocks. Came in an hour late to work; people were irritated but somewhat understanding.
I’ve never forgotten, but two years ago I thoroughly screwed up and “fell forward” in the fall, so that I was an hour early for something before I figured it out.
My mother did, once, when we were very, very young. She was the church organist and we thought it was very funny that a real policeman had pulled her over for speeding on her way to church. She got off with a warning and, once we got home, we got beat for laughing at her.
Ahh, those were the days.