Thursday, January 24, 2008

Where's my time!?

Every body has something that gets them through the day.

Mine is my watch. Yes, my watch. I depend on that thing like nothing else. I could leave my purse at home and be okay, but without my watch, I am lost. My day is thrown into chaos and confusion if I don't have my timepiece strapped to my arm. I tend to go through watches like crazy because I am so danged rough on them. This is why I buy cheap watches. They get banged up, muddied, soaked, slobbered on (not by me, by the horses, silly!) and basically abused daily. I break watch bands, scratch the face and can turn a nice leather band into a stinking strip of sweat-soaked, dirt encrusted grossness during the summer.

Last night my el cheapo watch died. It screamed for a while, which was rather disconcerting, and subsequently got tossed out onto the deck because we couldn't figure out how to turn off the high-pitched alarm. Then it died. Of course it was too late to run back to the bargain discount store for a replacement so I spent the evening glancing at my wrist, hopeful those comforting numbers would be staring back at me, sad and confused when all I found was flesh and a freckle or two.

I spent the morning in a panic and rushing everywhere. I had no watch to keep me on track, keep me moving, remind me that I have 20 minutes before I have to walk out the door. Remind me not to linger too long while feeding the horses even though all I wanted to do was breathe in their horsey scent and bury my face in their long, fuzzy winter coats while scritching the itchy spots.

The drive to work was discombobulating. Yes, there is a clock in my truck. But I don't trust it. I trust only the watch. Who cares if they read exactly the same time...I trust the watch. The truck clock could be traitorous.

I know my afternoon workout is going to leave me stressed. Not because I plan extra time on the treadmill, but because I NEED to know exactly how long I've been lifting weights for each set. My watch tells me how long I've been pumping iron. I time it. Yes, there is a clock at the gym, several, in fact, but I need to know, down to the second, how long I've been working a particular muscle group. I'm weird that way.

Right now all I want to do is run out and buy another watch. But I'm afraid I might not have enough time. Or I might spend too much time choosing a replacement. But how would I know? I don't have a watch.

A bit OCD? Maybe.

9 comments:

Wendy said...

Yeah, I'd never trust a truck clock. The truck may be new but it's probably still running on 1967 time.

I think you need to practice breathing and try two days of no watch. Then report back. I need more humor.

MP said...

You've been tagged for a meme!

Krista said...

so funny! good luck with staying on time today!

nell said...

Oh I SO know what you mean. I am completely lost without my watch, only with it I time everything down to the last possible minute. 'Cause I'm neurotic like that.

goat roper said...

Funny thing... I forgot to put my watch on this morning. And I never do that. And more amazing, I had a day that I never once, not once, missed my watch. A timeless day....

Dapoppins said...

you said: discombobulating


Love that word. Now go buy yourself a watch no one needs more stress.

Slackermommy said...

My watch broke 6 months ago and I still haven't gotten it fixed. Now I use my cell phone and I feel completely lost when I don't have it with me.

Sona said...

Buy in bulk so you'll have a spare!

Ninja Of The Mundane said...

I wore a watch for 20 years until I lost it quite suddenly about two years ago. I spent about a month feeling distracted and discombobulated ... and then I basically started treating my cell phone like my watch. I'll probably lose that, too ....

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