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?

February 29

I'm lodging an official protest, right now, with the way this works. Leap year means that we have a whole extra day in the year. Shouldn't that be a vacation day? Today shouldn't really be Friday. It should be "Leap day" and then tomorrow, we'll all go to work again. When we do the time shift with daylight savings, I actually got a whole free hour when I didn't have to do anything. It was FREE. (I watched T.V.) And when we switch back next week, I'll lose an hour. I won't get to sleep for as long as I want, or watch t.v. So, why don't we get this extra day free?
Update: It turns out the kids DID get the day off. I had no idea, though, so scrambled to get their lunches ready, and H took them to school to find no one there. Oh well. I guess the younger generation is getting it right!