Today, at 11 a.m. my time, I’m supposed to receive what should be – better be – the last call from the phone support provider contractor, to get our main switchboard changed over from a desktop computer to a laptop.
And I have no idea what time the agent will call.
Yes, no idea. None. He could call at 11 a.m. as scheduled on Friday. And I hear you now, over there, asking, Well, duh, dude, why wouldn’t he call when he’s supposed to?
Because, O Reader, when that appointment was made, the disaster that is Daylight Savings Time wasn’t in effect yet. That happened at 2 a.m. US time on Sunday morning, depriving all decent people of an hour’s sleep and peace.
The service provider company is located in Sophia, Bulgaria. They don’t move their clocks until March 27 at 3 a.m. local time. So they’re still on standard time there.
That means he’s still on standard time. Last week when we spoke, we had the commonality of being on standard time, but now, I’m not sure if the agent will take the change into account. If he even knows when the time changed in the US. (I had to look it up for Bulgaria; why would they have ours committed to memory?)
So now I await the phone call from the agent, any time between the writing of this post and our allotted time at 11 a.m. But I fully suspect he’s going to call me at 10 a.m. my time because he isn’t aware of the time change.
This is one more reason why DST doesn’t work. I’ve never liked it, and I probably never will. And experiencing jet lag without ever leaving home is BS of the highest order. I’m tired, I’m sick of this, and I hope someone has the courage and conviction to do away with it someday before I die.
So, I gotta run. I’m expecting a call that shouldn’t come for an hour but will.
Happy friggin’ Monday, eh?