The nice thing about Daylight Savings Time in Chicago is that it's usually light when I leave my house to go to work. Of course, when you're not making any money and thus are forced to work nine-hour days to make up the difference in overtime hours, you spend most of your daylight hours in a cubicle far, far way from natural light. It's like the perfect equation for Seasonal Affective Disorder.
When you leave the house at six and don't get home until six, you begin to miss your college days of waking up at ten.
Thank God I only have to do this for three more days.