Then, suddenly, because a ridiculous moron in the American administration has speculated that moving the clock forward would result in capitalist profiteering due to an extra hour of light at the end of the day (since it would seem no one shops in the morning), 6 a.m. becomes, once again, a dark time of the day.

Contrary to the alleged potentially salubrious effect of this actually nasty time change, I, for one, am thrown into a dispute with my brain: I categorically refuse to purchase anything whatsoever for the six weeks between the new ’spring forward’ time and the old ’spring forward’ time other than red wine and groceries.

It would be a good thing to leave clocks alone. Fooling around with wake and sleep cycles only enriches BigPharma. :(

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/940949/sunset_in_morocco/

I felt quite puzzled and confused; every one was looking at me in surprise—my colleagues were waiting for an extraordinary excuse. Even my boss, who can be a real pain in the neck when it comes to time respect, was speechless waiting for me to speak. I did not utter a single word. I went to my office believing that something was wrong with my face. I sat behind my computer and used my sunglasses as a mirror; I looked just normal— of course my facial features were magnified but that was because of my sunglasses. When I started my computer, I was flooded with messages from my colleagues who were by then beyond patience and curiosity. I did not know how to answer questions like “what’s up?” and “is everything OK?”; all those questions seemed to me out of context; I thought my co-workers were up to something or playing games with me, so I blocked their messages and focused on my work.

By and By, as I was answering e-mails and calls from some clients, I noticed that there is some problem with time. I looked at the clock in my office and it was one hour fast. I looked at my computer’s clock and it was one hour fast. Then I looked at my watch and at the clock of my cell phone; both of them displayed the same time so I resumed my work believing that someone must have missed with the clocks in my office and computer. As I resumed my work, my suspicions grew stronger because, again, I was at odds with clients concerning time. For a moment, I got the impression that every one was tired and impatiently waiting for the lunch break as they kept advancing time by an hour.

I did not realize what was going on till the lunch beak when my colleagues flocked to my office to check on me. Only then did I realize that the Moroccan government has adopted the so-called Daylight Saving Time.

Margot, in Marrakesh
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