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It has come to that part of the day, where I just watch the clock and hope that 4:30 comes along soon.

For those not aware, I’m in Saskatchewan, where we never change our clocks in spring or fall.  So in Ontario, during the summer, it might be 6:30 when it’s 4:30 here, when it comes to the fall and Ontario hits 5:30 in the afternoon it’s 4:30 here.  Half the year, one hour behind, the other half of the year, two hours behind.

Completely unrelated note, I saw someone post Oreo cookies on their dash.  I want some now.  In particular, the rainbow coloured ones.  Perhaps on my way home from work today, I need to pick up milk and cream, after all.

Don’t you really hate it when you walk into a room and you forgot why you went in there.  Then you walk out and go back to what you were doing and suddenly realize why you went into the room in the first place.

A pet peeve of mine is getting a cup of coffee at one of those instant brewing machines, and instead of waiting until it’s done I go do something else.  I get so involved in that other activity until an hour later I remember “didn’t I have a cup of coffee”.  So now I have cold coffee to contend with.

I really loathe recorded message telemarketers.  Telemarketing in general I have a problem with, but the recorded message ones are the worst.  I know some people need the work, and telemarketing can pay some money (not much, but some).  But the recorded message ones display zero consideration.  It’s like a message was made just to make my comforting life less comfortable.  Imagine, if you will, settling in to watch a movie.  You’ve got your popcorn and Coke (or whatever fizzy, bubbly beverage you may drink), you sit down and press play on the DVD remote.  And then the phone rings.  You get up, answer the phone (you do those last two things if you’re a Luddite like me and have neither a cordless nor call display), only to hear the voice of some recording.  The worst one is from those cruise lines that begin with the blasting of a cruise ship horn.  Suddenly you’re deaf.

It’s 4:15 now.  I wasted fifteen minutes writing this.