i got a new chair at work today. it's pretty comfy. i need a special drafting stool because my desk is taller than everyone elses. i've been using an old chair of frank's that he got in the 70s. it's not particularly ergonomic. so i got permission to get a new one, and it took almost 2 months to arrive. but i exercised my patience muscles and therefore didn't mind.
there's something about getting dressed at the Y that makes me keenly aware of my clothes.
when i was 8, 9 or maybe 10 i got a watch for the first time. once i mastered reading the hands i quickly became dependent on it. i NEEDED to know what time it was or i was very disoriented. when i graduated college my watch strap broke, so i simply kept it in my smock as i worked at value village. eventually the battery died and i never bothered replacing it. i'd discovered how awesome it is to live without a watch. i suddenly felt free and unbogged down. i will never wear a watch again.
i discovered today that i'm a white-collar worker. i suppose that should've been obvious, but it never crossed my mind before, because it always sounded like a label for middle-aged men with briefcases.
one thing that i just can't conceive
is how to let you go.
2 comments:
i know what you mean about the freedom of not wearing a watch. during the school day i have to wear one because every clock in our school is different, and none of them match the bell. but taking off my watch is just about the first thing i do when i get home.
i've started changing my clothes after work, too. i never used to do that.
Years ago we had a friend who made a philosophical decision not to wear a watch so that he was not 'confined to the limits of time' and such. We called him a hypocrite because he always HAD to have his palm pilot.
He was a funny guy.
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