Too much math.

I live in constant fear that I have miscalculated the time. You are asking yourself (the computer) "Eugenia, why do you need to calculate the time?" Well, I'll tell you. It's all because of something called military time. Now, this may come as a shock to some of you but I've never been in the military and, frankly, I don't see the purpose of military time. Actually, that's a lie. I do see the purpose, I just genuinely believe that the military time ship has sailed. If the whole world hasn't adapted to using military time all the time, then, well, just throw in the towel guys. I'm pretty sure that if someone tells me I need to teach a class at 1:00, I'll know that they mean 1pm and not 1am. Plus, then I can avoid all of that pesky math I have to do to figure out what the hell time I have to be somewhere. Or what time some show is gonna be on TV. It's way more trouble than it's worth. The end result is that I will be sitting on the bus at noon and for the entire hour that the bus takes to get to my job I'm thinking "shit, what time did they say I had class? 13:00? Fuck, what time is that? 1pm? That doesn't seem right. Hmmm, ....13 minus 12. Yeah, one. Fuck, am I sure? What if they said 15:00? What time is that? Hmmm...5 minus 2. 3. 3 o'clock. No, it can't be three. It must be one...son of a bitch..." ....and you get the idea. Then, people like to switch their time telling modes on me. So sometimes they'll say 14:00 but sometimes they'll just say 2:00. And then I am totally jealous at their super fast math skills and I want to yell several things about the uselessness of the metric system.

Eventually it all comes back to buying too much ham. Okay Chile, you got me.

Loves,
E