Two and a half years ago Russia decided to do away with that whole Daylight Saving Time silliness, because of — according to Russia’s former President, now PM Dmitry Medvedev — “the unhappy cows and other animals that don’t understand the clocks changing and don’t understand why the milkmaids come to them at a different time.”
Normally, I wouldn’t give a cow’s ass about something like this: when you get about 4 hours of proper daylight from November through February, you know it’s going to be still dark when you leave for work and already dark when you clock out anyway.
However, about half of my social life (thanks, Internet!) and half of my professional duties are tied up in The West. And now, for the next half a year or so, the West is yet another hour farther away from me. This means 9pm business calls if I need to reach someone who’d just getting to the office on the West Coast, and having to wait till 5pm (usually my busiest time at work) so spill the beans and get emotional support from my best friend about a good/bad/confusing date I went on the night before.
Thanks, Mr President, for taking my needs into consideration. NOT.
COWS: 1 – ANNA: 0
I think I’ll be going out for a stake dinner tonight.