Society of Perfect Time

My alarm clock rings at 7:47 AM which I deliberately place on the other side of the room to force myself out of bed. I drag through the paces of getting ready; shower, shave, clothes, check email while waffles are cooking, blah blah. Then I join the cluttered masses on the highway to my little cube in office-somewhere, I poke my way through the work that’s there and sometimes not before rejoining my four wheeled, blue-tooth armed comrades.

I can’t help but question just how healthy is a whole culture running in front of the hour hand in near perfect time?

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