The Longest Straw

I have been at work for (far too long) an hour and a bit today and in that little time I have become the most hated person in the office, if only for the moment. Daylight savings ended this past weekend (so if you forgot to change your clocks, feel free to do that now; my post will wait) and to the delight of many, the clocks went back one hour allowing us to relive an hour of the day (or at least sleep an extra hour since the time change occurs overnight).

This extra hour was great on the weekend but having it so visibly taken away on a Monday morning is cause for vilification. And thanks to my height, I became the object to vilify. We have a wall clock that is conveniently placed too high for most people to reach (even I have to stand on my tip toes to reach it). Being the tallest person in the office, I was given the task of changing the time on the clock. Being extremely hesitant to make the change, I tried to do it before too many people were awake enough to notice anything was awry.

I must have been too slow or maybe just too tall as I turned around I was met with glaring eyes staring at me as if I committed the most grievous of acts, the most devious of crimes. Damn! I was caught red handed and had no escape. I just put my head down and felt shame as I made the long walk back to my desk with the weight of everyone’s eyes bearing on me, convicting me of crimes against all humanity. Sometimes the longest straw is not desirable. At least I can make it up to them all in March when I will be entrusted with the task of moving the clock ahead, that is, if they have forgotten my evil sins of this cold dreary Monday.