Time Zones Suck

I'm interviewing a prominent punk figure tomorrow about an upcoming concert in Vancouver, and had been thinking the time zones backwards: I thought he was three hours BEHIND me, but he's three hours AHEAD.   So, idjit that I am, the interview I thought I was doing at 2pm turns out to be at 8am. Fuck! Gotta set my alarm at 7 and hope for the best... I prolly won't even be able to grab a coffee. Grr!