Can I just mention how confusing it can get, over time, to do work in two different time zones while you also travel between two different time zones?

There are feelings associated with time, I think. When you’re at work and you look at the clock, it stirs an emotion in you, whether it be “holy shit, can this day go any slower?” to “Oh gosh, I only have 20 minutes left to finish this report!”

When I’m shuttling in between time zones, its funny because it throws me so off balance. I have a daily 9:30 am ET meeting, which means I had to get up at 6:30 for it here, at home. Following that, I decided to get some work done, and watching the clock as it nears noon, I know that noon my time is when somebody at work is due to send out a weekly defect report which I have to fold into an overall assessment of the weeks events. Noon, according to the computer, is in 15  minutes!

So I walk into the bedroom to change my shirt, and notice the time on the clock is before 10. My brain did a flip, and then I realized I had it all wrong. Oh, time shifts. You toy with my heart so!