Today, I set myself up to do a phone interview with an author based in Los Angeles, California.
The whole thing was set up through her publicist and we'd worked out a time of 12:30pm PST for me to call.
Counting the three hour time difference in the wrong direction, I came very, very close to calling her at 6:30am PST. This would have been bad, especially because she writes in her memoir that she is most definitely not a morning person.
This is embarrassing. The publicist first suggested an earlier time and I balked because it would be "the craziest possible time in our house, as we try to get everyone out the door." The time suggested had been 11:00am PST, which really would have been 2:00pm EST, which would have been fine.
I really should know better. I spent three years on the West Coast, in the heart of PST-land. I also spent 15 years working for national organizations and was adept at working out time zones.
My brain is rusty.
The interview is really scheduled for 3:30 EST. I will be in the middle of my afternoon slump but at least I know I'm ready.