The time-change strikes again!

Where I work, most people bring their lunches. The closest restaurants are a 10-15 minute drive away, so that makes it a hassle on a daily basis. I typically see the same group of people gathered in the small kitchen between 11:45 am and noon. It’s a regular little gathering.

So on Monday, I was a little surprised to see one of our accounting guys, John, fixing his lunch in the kitchen around 11 o’clock. I didn’t think anything of it until he stuck his head into my office around 12:15 pm, as I was finishing up my lunch.

“I wish you had asked me why I was eating lunch so early,” he said.

“Huh?” asked I.

He said he had forgotten about the semi-annual time change over the weekend. So he hadn’t changed the wall clock in his office back to regular time when he got to work in the morning. At 11 am, his clock told him it was actually noon.

“I had been working and I just looked up and saw it was lunch time. Gee, I thought — the morning sure had gone quickly. I also wondered why I wasn’t very hungry, and why the usual crowd wasn’t in the kitchen.”

John said that when the time changes again in the spring, he will organize a clock-changing party so he won’t have to eat lunch alone again.  Good idea.

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A busy week

I am not a particularly devout or religious person, but I sure have been volunteered into a number of church-related projects this Easter season.

–I have my fifth grade CCD class that occupies nearly every Wednesday evening.

–A friend of mine, who I originally met through the Gator Club, is joining the church this Easter and asked me to be his sponsor. Overall, this isn’t overly time consuming, but it does involve a couple of evenings over the next two weeks, including participating in the Holy Saturday Easter Vigil Mass. Ever since Mrs. Poolman joined the church in 1989, we have tried to avoid that holiday mass. The Easter Vigil Mass is a lovely liturgy, but it goes on for ever, and ever, and ever….

–Finally, one of my fellow CCD teachers has organized a “living Stations of the Cross” program that will be presented this coming Friday evening. He is using middle-school aged children from the parish to dress up and act out the roles of Jesus, the apostles, the Roman soldiers and so on. However, he needed some adults to handle the readings, so he enlisted many of his fellow CCD teachers to help. We have had two rehearsals so far, another Wednesday, and the program on Friday evening.

I cannot sing worth a darn, but apparently I can read OK, or at least people tell me I can. Maybe it’s the result of the years I spent in TV, trying to get rid of my high-pitch, twangy Northeastern delivery. In any case, it is tough to say “no” to a nice guy who is trying to do a noble, but thankless task.