Four Ways to Outsmart Daylight Saving Time

Four ways to outsmart daylight saving time

Four Ways to Outsmart Daylight Saving Time

Spring Forward. It affects many of us in this world and seems to bring with it a sense of fear and trepidation. And grumpiness. However, there are ways to conquer the impending loss of sleep and even feel good about getting up a bit earlier. To help, here are four ways to outsmart daylight saving time, based on what I learned from getting up at 4:30 a.m. for 21 days.

  1. Make all your decisions the night before
  2. Maybe it’s just me, but when I’m tired I can’t think. At all. What has helped me not only get up pre-dawn but spend my time writing and doing other productive tasks is deciding everything the night before. What will I work on? How will my morning go? What will I eat? What time will I leave the house? I’ve learned not to leave anything to chance—future Robyn can’t think when she’s tired so present Robyn needs to help her out.

  3. Prepare the night before
  4. In the same vein as deciding what I’m going to do, I also know I need to prepare as much as possible the night before. Packing my lunch and everything I’ll need for work is the first step, but I take it to the next level by putting things in my footpath to trip over if I need to remember it before leaving. Is it garbage day? Then the recycle bag is hanging on my doorknob so I have to pick it up in order to leave the house. Am I going to the gym? Everything is packed and in the car, including my gym pass and water bottle. By preparing the night before I give myself better odds for having a good morning.

  5. Go to bed earlier
  6. I’m a night owl so if anyone understands resisting early bedtimes it’s me. But there’s so much to be gained from going to bed earlier it’s a must-do. You know you’re losing an hour of sleep. Stop with the protesting and give yourself a leg up. Go to bed earlier. If you have trouble winding down at night then begin a bedtime routine at least 30 minutes before bed. Here’s what I do: drink a nice, caffeine-free cup of tea, turn off my screens, slow my mind as I pack and prep for the next day. Going to bed earlier helps your body adjust to its new wake-up time, which leads me to my last point…

  7. Get up at your usual time
  8. Yes, daylight saving happens on Sunday, but I’ve learned sleeping in “because I really need it” doesn’t do me any good. In fact, my body fails to adjust and I end up struggling for days and days. So I say get up at your normal time. And think about this, if you plan ahead how you’ll spend your tired morning with one hour less sleep, you’ll be eager to wake up so you can do it. At least, that’s what happens for me. I’ve grown to love the slow, quiet mornings. What do I plan for this year’s spring forward? I’m going to make a big pot of coffee, sit in my favourite chair, put on a record, read, and wait for the sunrise to peek over the trees. It’s going to be great.

I think these four ways to outsmart daylight saving time make up a good plan. However, going through the motions will still leave you grumpy. You do need to have a good attitude about losing a bit of sleep and find the positive spin. And you may as well, because holding a grudge against your clock only hurts you. Your clock doesn’t care. So get over it and have a great March 12.

Spring Forward. It affects many of us in this world and seems to bring with it a sense of fear and trepidation. And grumpiness. However, there are ways to conquer the impending loss of sleep and even feel good about getting up a bit earlier. To help, here are four ways to outsmart daylight saving time.

Deep Thoughts About Travel Mugs and Social Pressure

So I’ve worked in an office for just over three years now. Well, three years in a row. I have worked in office’s before.

Anyway, something you non-office types maybe don’t know is to stay productive in an office environment you pretty much need to be fuelled by coffee. There is coffee provided at my office but I got into the habit of bringing two travel mugs with me to work each day as I preferred my coffee.

But this proved to be a bit problematic. Because people in my building constantly looked at me like I was weird.

And would let me know.

“Wow! It’s a two-coffee kind of day huh?”

“Haha it’s going to be one of those days huh?”


No, I just don’t like my office coffee.

After a while I grew weary of neighbours commenting on my coffee habits on my morning elevator ride.

I went down to one travel mug but found I wasn’t happy.

And then I remembered a little Thermos I kept in my camping gear—would that solve all my first-world problems?

Yes. Yes it would.

Apparently the people in my building find it perfectly normal to carry a travel mug and a Thermos into the elevator each day, but not two travel mugs.


No jokes today. I got a job!

I’ve been sitting on this post for a good 10 days now.

Thing is, I can’t think of a funny way to say it.

I was so concerned about being just another unemployed journalist (I’ve been reading my journalism list serv, I know everyone is working in PR) I forgot about the impromptu job interview I’d had the Friday before.

But let’s rewind further.

cue flashback music (I think it’s Bohemian Rhapsody)

do-de-le-do do-de-le-do

One afternoon I was flipping through the local newspaper (as you do) and came across an article about an over-worked CEO who didn’t even have time to hire staff.

And I thought…I guess I should check out the web site!

So I did. Posted on the site was a position for an executive administrative assistant and without hesitation I wrote up a cover letter, printed off my resume and headed to the office.

My impromptu spontaneity suprised and delighted me, for my trend was to email in applications for jobs in The Big Canadian Cities ONLY.

So, I was driving and patting myself on the back (Feeling more and more like a yummy mummy!) and figuring out what to say on short notice.

Unfortunately, all my travail gained me was a resume drop-off. The CEO wasn’t in.

“Come back tomorrow,” said the snippy employee as she looked over my outfit (a funky little number I found in England…maybe too little a number now that I think about it) with an expression I couldn’t read.

Two days later I stopped by again, with a new resume (just in case).

The same woman was manning the shop and once again I felt her judge my outfit (an overall dress. A more appropriate length this time).

And the CEO wasn’t in. Again.

I don’t know why I was so set on seeing this person, who was too busy to hire staff, but I was.

“Come back tomorrow,” said Snippy.

So I did. The literal tomorrow.

I saw Snippy first, and my heart sank. But she remembered me and ushered me towards the CEO’s office. I wore trousers this time. Smart ones. With little white heels and a lacy (yet modest) top.

And I had an interview, which lasted 1.5 hours.

Then I heard nothing for a few days, but I got a call the next Friday (four days after my whiny blog) for a second interview and was offered the job as I sat down.

Don’t worry, I’m still super nanny part time.

I got a job!