Late last week someone sent me an email about an upcoming meeting, saying that the time conflicted with the third Presidential debate on Wednesday night so they weren't coming. No worries, that meeting was actually scheduled for Thursday.
Yesterday someone called to confirm a Thursday appointment and said, "I'm just confirming that I'll see you on Wednesday." I called back and clarified: the appointment is on Thursday.
This morning I drove 30 minutes to an 8:00 appointment, only to discover that it was scheduled for, you guessed it, Thursday.
What kind of day-swap vortex have I entered?
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