Real Time Problems

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What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that
reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press
releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for
fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you
chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so
buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned.
It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20
years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I
cry at everything.
If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter
(although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my
previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.

It’s just an hour. Can an hour make that much difference in the grand scheme of things? Apparently.

The hour in question is the time difference between Eastern Daylight Time (EDT) and Central Daylight Time (CDT). All my family lives in EDT, yet we were meeting up in Bowling Green, Kentucky and heading to Nashville for our seventh Air Supply show. Both Bowling Green and Nashville are CDT.

My sister Jaime normally plans all our Air Supply trip schedules. However, she was tired of our laziness and insisted on someone coming up with the meeting place and time. Not wanting drama, I said since we were all coming from different directions, we should meet in Bowling Green at 1 p.m. CDT. My reasoning? Bowling Green is in CDT!

Jaime missed the CDT part of the text and decided to continue to operate on EDT. Rachael and Mom seemed to be blissfully unaware CDT was even a thing and also ignored those three key letters. I planned my route for CDT. I tend to operate under the time zone I will be in at the time.

Jaime was an hour early for our meeting and was pissed off. I was still there 20 minutes early because I’m always early. Rach and mom rolled in right on time. Rach is always late, so the lack of knowledge of time zones actually made her punctual.

We attempted to put the time issues behind us, piled into a rented minivan and headed south. Not before stopping at a Liquor Barn for wine, cheese, crackers and hummus. Priorities.

Alas, the time difference continued to play a role for the remainder of the trip. Whenever the question of time came up there were always conflicting reports. Rachael’s phone and watch never adjusted to Central time and she was perpetually confused. I always reported time in Central time because that was the time zone we were freaking in and what my watch and phone said. Jaime insisted on only giving us what she called “real time” which was Eastern time. Mom paid no attention to any of it and just followed along. It was confusing AF, not to mention exhausting.

I deal with time zones a lot for work. I have clients all over the country and a couple in Europe. Getting people from three different time zones to log on to Zoom all at once is a damn miracle. Yet, this one hour in Nashville kicked our asses even harder.

In the end, we made our dinner reservations and the concert on time. That was all that really mattered.

I was over “real time” by the end of the trip. Nevertheless, we had a wonderful adventure. I love my family. I would not trade our Air Supply trips for anything. Even though I’m with a bunch of lunatics who can’t tell time.

What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.

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