I was wondering if any of you guys ever had any experinces like this one. I got a call last week about a job at a local historical plantation house. Well i drive out to look at the place, and when i pull up i see this very ominous looking house built in 1795 with on sight fired brick,old wavey glass, cypress trim, and doors that creek like they came from the rose red set.I mean this thing looks like wes cravins wet dream! So i'm talking with the supervisor, and were walking the grounds so i can give her a price. The whole time she's telling me about this crazy professor that lived here around the turn of the century, and did these weird experiments on monkies. So i'm thinking,....ok who does'nt like mutated monkies, and is my life insurance policy up to date. Sure enouph, i take the job, but i can only fit it in on friday at 4:00. That way it'll give me about four hours of daylight to mow this helliish nightmare.What i forgot to allot for was that the days are now getting shorter, and the freaking goblins will be comming out alot faster! The pay is just gravy, but when daylight savings time rears it's ugly head i just know i'm gonna be on the 11:00 o'clock news. I'm already smoking a half a pack of cigarettes while i'm there. What do ya think....reschedule for high noon?