Buffalo Gal

I have apparently been genetically time-stamped.
I grew up with all the markers of the Eastern Standard Time. I'm flexible enough to adjust situationally to Daylight Savings Time, but the zone thing is non-negotiable.
It is not by accident that the original 13 colonies were all Eastern Standard.
At one point I had actually lived in the Central zone longer than the Easterm zone, but still felt a creeping wrongness every time the 11 p.m. news appeared at 10 p.m.
Ironically, my internal clock freezes in Europe and goes with the flow, but if folks are speaking something like American English, I'm an East Coast girl.
On this California run, I tried to "pass" on through the weekend on local time. By the end of the local business day yesterday, I felt brutally flogged.
So I went to bed at 8 (11 at home) and got up at 4 (7 at home). Ignoring the external blackness, I pounded out a few projects refreshed and humming.
When my excessively able associate Melissa got to the office at 8:30 (at home) we had a great phone conversation covering all the details of the day past and coming. I was back where I belonged.
I'm now three hours into the work day... and heading to breakfast.
My cell phone clock automtically reset for local time, but my watch and I remain comfortably entrenched on the other coast.
Time and tides wait for no man -- but I don't wait on them either.

Copyright 2006 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2006-01-31 10:17 AM In the zone I have apparently been genetically time-stamped. I grew up with all the markers of the Eastern Standard Time. I'm flexible enough to adjust situationally to Daylight Savings Time, but the zone thing is non-negotiable. It is not by accident that the original 13 colonies were all Eastern Standard. At one point I had actually lived in the Central zone longer than the Easterm zone, but still felt a creeping wrongness every time the 11 p.m. news appeared at 10 p.m. Ironically, my internal clock freezes in Europe and goes with the flow, but if folks are speaking something like American English, I'm an East Coast girl. On this California run, I tried to "pass" on through the weekend on local time. By the end of the local business day yesterday, I felt brutally flogged. So I went to bed at 8 (11 at home) and got up at 4 (7 at home). Ignoring the external blackness, I pounded out a few projects refreshed and humming. When my excessively able associate Melissa got to the office at 8:30 (at home) we had a great phone conversation covering all the details of the day past and coming. I was back where I belonged. I'm now three hours into the work day... and heading to breakfast. My cell phone clock automtically reset for local time, but my watch and I remain comfortably entrenched on the other coast. Time and tides wait for no man -- but I don't wait on them either. Copyright 2006 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top