The bane of my existence isn’t another human being. I know, you are shocked. Trust me, I am too. I never thought an inanimate object would push me to the brink of insanity. It is a watch. Actually, it is a talking watch that belongs to my mother who has impaired vision.
Her occupational therapist recommended that we purchase this item so that she will know the time since she can no longer see the clocks in her home. Of course, Alexa helps out as well, but she likes the feeling of actually wearing a watch. This was the ideal fit until it wasn’t.
For the last several months, that watch has been given to me to “fix”. Somehow, the time mysteriously changes. Last week, it was on one of the European time zones. Currently, because I have it back in my possession, it is on Mountain time. I figured out how to fix it a couple of weeks ago, but now I am at a loss. The instruction aren’t clear. And, who the hell makes a watch for visually impaired individuals with directions that even a person with sight can’t figure out? And don’t get me started on the bored man who gives the time when you press the button. He sounds annoyed.
The watch is currently sitting on my counter taunting me. I really have no idea on how my mother keeps changing the time. I feel like they should have made it old people proof. Anyway, I don’t remember how I fixed it last time. It just happened. I probably should have written it down, but I was so elated and surprised that I actually solved the issue, the thought never crossed my mind.
Now, I am just a middle-age woman standing in front of talking watch, wanting to run over it with my car.