I’m Writing This Because I Have The Time

I have work at 7:30 this morning. During the week, I open my cafe an hour earlier, so I like to keep my misery consistent and wake up at 4am on the weekends too. So I set my alarm, my old fashioned, analog, ear-piercing bell alarm.

I wake up this morning to my bell alarm, and start to get ready. Like a good digital slave, I check my phone for social media notifications and note something strange. It says 3am. But the slow-to-update weather widget on my front screen says 4am.

What the hell time is it?

I look at my bell clock again.


I look at my phone.


I look at my oven clock.


2-1 says it’s 4 in the morning, so I continue getting ready.

Please note that it is indeed 4 or 3 in the morning and my mind only functions at a quarter capacity until the sun comes out. I digress.

I’m doing this thing where I really want my hair to grow, and I bought an arsenal of vitamins to aid with that process. I have an alarm set every morning at 6am to ensure that I take them. Yes, it’s that early to make sure nothing can possibly get in my way of doing so, because ‘know thyself’ and ‘know thyself’s pathetic inability to maintain routines.’ Anyway, 6am rolls around, and that alarm never went off. So I start piecing together the weird nature of my morning and take to the Internet to discover that Daylight Savings Time ended last night and all clocks need to be adjusted back an hour.

There are two things that, when deprived of, lead me to get impossibly hostile. First is food, second is sleep. I am infuriated. I am tired. I am still confused. It’s still morning, but now it’s even more morning. I loathe mornings. And worse than being frustrated is not being able to direct it at something or someone. I didn’t even know exactly what I was mad about. Was it that I could have gotten a whole extra hour of sleep? Was it that I was not informed ahead of time? Was it that I have gone out of my way to bring back certain analog elements into my life because the digital alternatives have failed me and now analog is betraying me too? Is it because I have a rant in my drafts I have yet to publish about that very topic and I feel like my point has, in this moment, lost its impact? I DON’T KNOW WHY I’M MAD, BUT I’M MAD DAMMIT.

I’m going to just direct my rage at Daylight Savings Time as a whole. Why do we still practice it? We’re like the only country in the world or one of very few. It’s pretty antiquated at this point. Was there a time when it was useful? Sure. For farming. When people were farmers. And daylight savings was put into motion so there would be more time in the day for the harvest during the summer. That makes fine sense.

But do you even know a farmer? Are you best friends with a farm hand? Ever hugged a chicken? No? Well yeah, because the farming industry isn’t a bunch of families out working their fields anymore. They’re a bunch of big companies growing barely-food and harvesting it commercially with machines and advanced technology that doesn’t need an extra hour to do diddly squat.

I feel like at this point, Daylight Savings Time is a blatant disrespect of the few American farmers that are still left. They aren’t treated well and are constantly being edged out of their business by corporate giants who the government backs because their bullying pays politicians’ salaries. What’s the extra hour for now? Sixty extra minutes of harvesting the Monsanto soy that blew into your field so you can get sued out of house and home? The practice is pointless and I’m tired and mad.

I suppose I can be grateful that I had an extra hour to say hi to you all and write a post. But no, I would have preferred the sleep. I hope you all at least set your clocks back or relied on satellite based time telling tech for your alarms this morning. I’m going to sleep vicariously through you.

2 Replies to “I’m Writing This Because I Have The Time”

  1. “Because I have the time…….”
    Maya, your expression of strong personal emotion (rant) truly awakens and entertains.
    Your “voice” echoing so vividly and forcefully, again, ‘ordinary ‘ everyday events,
    familiar to all of us. An obvious and praiseworthy strength of yours- ability to reflect
    the personal almost daily mundane annoyances that inform our lives. Thus, your
    detailed and insightful comments on the ‘human comedy” (Saroyan) are universal
    in nature understood and identifiable to a vast audience of readers.

    Writing cleverly and creatively about that which affects us ALL promotes and
    encourages Empathy, an attribute that enables a shared humanity to flourish.
    Moreover, the ‘social consciousness’ aspect of your writing is appealing to me
    as a reader, especially as you so seamlessly meshed your attitude toward the
    tyranny of corporate farming into your initial topic of frustration with clock reversal.

    So, developing your essay from an annoying, but seemingly minor subject to
    a gigantic and needing to be heard topic of social and economic injustice is a master
    stroke of effective writing. Not only did you point out a major flaw in our system,
    but offered its cause, and, of course, the obvious solution.

    I would , as a confirmed follower of your blog writing, like to see more of this style
    of writing. Combining a serious and largely neglected area with a light and somewhat
    darkly humorous everyday incident is not easily and skillfully achieved. Eagerly look
    forward to more if this. Write on…………….!!


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