I had a show time today of 1918, or 7:18pm for the uninitiated. 
You might be thinking, “Wow, 7:18 sure is awfully late to go to work!” and you’d be bang on. I got in at midnight the night before, giving me 19 hours before I had to be anywhere. I knew all day that I was to be at the airport at 1918, but the closer it got to report time – and by closer I mean four hours before – the more I began to doubt myself. I kept checking my schedule to make sure it really was 1918 and not 1718 or even 1518. Why hasn’t Crew Scheduling called me to ask where I am? Did they just mark me down as a no show with no concern for my well-being? When I wasn’t busy signing in to CrewTrac, I concerned myself with trying to decipher the 24-hour clock. What time was 1918? Let’s see…19 minus 12 equals 7; it’s 7:18 I’m supposed to be there. Geesh! I couldn’t concentrate on more productive things like wasting my time listening to Pandora or taking a nap. Don’t misunderstand me: I’m all about late show times; it gives me more time to sleep in. But if it were up to me, I’d stick to the earlier late shows like 1645.
Now what time is that?
