My first "time" thought was literally "just what time is it?" Until the other weekend, only two of my devices that told time -- my phone and my laptop -- were set to the correct time. Every other clock was wrong. My kitchen clock has no batteries, so it's always 10:10. As I type this, my oven says it is 8:18. My microwave doesn't even try to give me a time anymore. That's why I always just rely on my phone. Because it's always right. I don't even wear a watch. I've tried, but I just don't like watches. Mostly because I hate telling time. I even hate telling time when it's not even technically telling time. Like when people try to get you to look at something or someone ... "to your right ... he's at your 2:00." Just point! It's so much easier.
Anyway, back to hating time. A few weeks ago I did a massive cleaning job on my car. That's another story altogether. But as part of my quest to make my car look presentable and professional, I decided to set my car clock to the right time. It had been 1 hour and 23 minutes fast for quite some time. I guess since the last Daylight Saving Time. (I won't even get started on my Daylight Saving Time issues ...) I adjusted to my car clock, though. In the mornings I knew that as long as my car clock did not go past 9:53 I was not late for work. But now that my car clock is set to the right time, I think my brain is trying to overcompensate. It doesn't trust the time. Case in point ...
Tonight I needed to stay and work late. I left my office at about 8:15 and had to drive to Lewisville because I left my debit card at a restaurant. Even though my car clock was usually ahead, tonight I kept thinking the clock was an hour and a half behind. So by the time I got to the restaurant I was halfway convinced it was 10:00. But it was really just after 8:30.
Oh yea, I'm also horrible at guessing how much time something will take. I thought it would take me about 45 minutes to get from my office to the restaurant. It took less than 25. So close.
Here's where time was not my friend. After retrieving my debit card, I drove back to Dallas and decided to stop at Target to buy Friday Night Lights season 2. I have a new love for that show, and I just finished watching season 1 last night. I went to Target and they were sold out. On another night I might have just given up and gone home. But I was already in a mood, so I decided to go to Blockbuster and rent it or buy it. Got to Blockbuster and it wasn't in stock. By this time it's 9:45 and I only have a very short window left. I'm not ready to give up on Kyle Chandler. I can't make it to Best Buy before it closes, but I can make it to Borders. I get to Borders and they don't have it either. So I had to give up. For whatever reason it was not meant to be. And that made me think of how much time I wasted driving around my neighborhood looking for a DVD set I really wouldn't even watch until tomorrow.
Last thought on time ... there are few songs that are as terrifying to me as "Time Is On My Side." I blame this on the movie Fallen. If you haven't seen it, rent it. You'll see.
