For most of my early adult life one thing that I always had to have was a watch. Leaving home without it felt as off as (I imagine) leaving home without pants.
But I was never a watch aficionado. I did not have a collection of expensive watches. Most of time I owned one watch and I wore it every day. There were periods when I had been given a nicer looking watch that I reserved for wearing on special occasions. But fancy was not my thing – knowing the time was.
That all ended when my employer bought me a laptop. One of the early 17 inch Macbook Pro’s.
The problem was the 2 inches of metal blank between the front of the laptop and the keyboard. Empty space on either side of the trackpad. As I typed, the band of my watch – a metal band at that time – was constantly rubbing against the metal of the laptop. It annoyed me to the point where I just stopped wearing a watch.
Until two days ago.
One day last week I was looking for something amidst the junk that has accumulated in my desk drawer and I pulled the watch you see at the top of the post. I thought that it would be an interesting experiment to put a watch on again, and since the battery to get it working was less than $4 a cheap experiment too.
I have worn the watch for the last two days and I have not looked at it to check the time once. Yet I still almost always know what time it is.
It’s right there in the top right corner of my screen. It’s top center on my phone. The clock in the car keeps good time too.
I’m starting to wonder if the experiment is worth it. I have plentiful sources for the information the watch gives me. Wearing a watch means just I have one more thing to remember. One more “device” to keep track of and manage.
It’s not like I blew $10,000 on a Rolex to find out I don’t want to wear a watch. I spent $3.95. A bargain price for a valuable bit of learning.
It’s now 7:55 pm. The watch is back in the drawer.