I'm a bit late back to the discussion, but all of the talk of cakes and cookies reminds me of a bit of intergenerational/international humor that my siblings and I enjoyed as kids. The Swedish word kakor (like Sarameg’s Pepparkakor) is used for cakes, cookies and biscuits. The singular form of the word is kaka, which is a bit unfortunate from the perspective of a native English speaker. So when faced with our least favorite Scandinavian delicacies, my sibs and I always felt free to say “kaka, this is definitely kaka.” It can be a wonderful thing to be eight years old.

Officially our hours are 8:30-5:30, which is what most people do, but there is flexibility for non-sales staff.

I get in around 7 and leave around 4. The rest of the development team filter in between 7:30 and 10:30.

I work 8-5 , I need to leave the house at 7:20 or 7:25 to make it to work on time, less time in the summer when there aren't college students clogging up the roadways.

My alarm is set for 5:30 so I can hit snooze until I absolutely have to get up, usually at 6:50ish, leaving me just enough time to shower, iron my clothes, maybe put on some make up, and spike my hair. But no time for breakfast.

I was also the person, even in college, who could never understand the concept of "going out" and 9 or 10 at night. If I was at home until 9 or 10, I was going to be ready for bed!

I am kind of annoyed at social plans in this city never starting until after 10:30, practically (I just bought tix to a show on Saturday night that starts at 11 pm), but I love that, like on a Saturday night last month, Bob and I can decide at 9 pm that we want to have a nice dinner and we get reservations at a nice place (The Red Cat, FYI) for 11 pm.

This would never happen in Phoenix. Even when my mom came to visit last month I became tired by like 8 and was asleep at 9:30!

I work 8-5, though it often ends up being closer to 8:30 to 5:30. If left to its own devices, my body would never get up before 10am, which makes getting going in the morning problematic.

We stagger our hours at my office. My manager is usually here 7ish, I get in around 8, and the other web guy shows up 9ish. That means that my boss leaves around 3:30, I leave at 4:30, and the other web guy's here until 5:30-6:00. The upper management likes this sort of arrangement, since it means there's someone they can go to for about 11 hours out of the day.

I'm 8:00 to 4:30, which means I'm usually one of the first to get here and one of the first to go home. But it means we get a parking space at Metro.

Hit the beat now.

you're welcome.

I'm officially 9-5. It's more like 9:15 to 5-something. But this is a whacky psuedo academic place, so everyone pretty much sets their own hours. Probably 5% come in before 7 and are gone by 3. Some work 10-6. There's got to be some overlap for meetings and the like, but it is pretty flexible. More than a few put in more hours for fewer days of coming in, or telecommute extra hours.

I'm 8am-5pm. At an old job where I was the receptionist, it was 7:30 to 4:30 unless the office manager had to leave early, and I would sometimes be there till almost 5:30.

I was riding the bus in those days and had to be out of bed at 5:30 to shower and eat and make it to the bus by 6:50 in order to open the phones at 7:30. I put my make-up and earrings on at work. My brain got to work around 10:00am.