Worked as hospice triage this weekend. Shift starts at 8am, sharp. On Saturdays, this means getting up, getting in the car, and heading to the office to pick up my computer so I can sync it with the patient database and get the latest updates before the shift starts.
But since I actually work at home, this means on Sundays I roll out of bed just before 8 and start the day still in my PJs
So, about 7am, the phone starts ringing. Night nurse calling report. To hell with that, I think. I ain't starting before 8am. So I ignore it. Phone rings again. Oh hell no. I don't get paid before 8, I don't start before 8.
Oh hell. It might be important. It might be someone else calling off sick. Guess I better take it.
I walk down the hall from the bedroom to the kitchen where the phone is. Pick up the phone.
8:15 am.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the wall clock. 7:15 am. I look at the mircowave. 7:15. The stove . . . 7:15.

Look at the phone. 8:15.
Uh oh. Now? The 2nd weekend in March? Oh you gotta be kidding me.
Yup. Daylight Savings time.
Just how the hell can anyone be late to work, when you work at home?
Only I could manage such a feat
But since I actually work at home, this means on Sundays I roll out of bed just before 8 and start the day still in my PJs

So, about 7am, the phone starts ringing. Night nurse calling report. To hell with that, I think. I ain't starting before 8am. So I ignore it. Phone rings again. Oh hell no. I don't get paid before 8, I don't start before 8.
Oh hell. It might be important. It might be someone else calling off sick. Guess I better take it.
I walk down the hall from the bedroom to the kitchen where the phone is. Pick up the phone.
8:15 am.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the wall clock. 7:15 am. I look at the mircowave. 7:15. The stove . . . 7:15.

Look at the phone. 8:15.
Uh oh. Now? The 2nd weekend in March? Oh you gotta be kidding me.
Yup. Daylight Savings time.
Just how the hell can anyone be late to work, when you work at home?
Only I could manage such a feat


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