Spring Forward

My inbox at work has been filling up with reminders about this Sunday's time change. First of all, it's only Tuesday, folks. You're just going to have to remind me again on Friday. Second, one faculty member just pointed out that this missing hour, this forward jump in time, is happening over Spring Break. Hey, wait a minute. First you didn't give me leap day, and now you're stealing an hour of my spring break. Uh, uh, uh! Not to mention that for the next month or two I'll be dragging myself out of bed in the dark. Who invented all this, anyway?