I bought this clock with the fifty dollar note I found wedged in an old pair of jeans.
We have a new Charity Shop in our area, but I prefer the old one because they don’t always go through the pockets.
Fifty bucks — well washed.
Fortunately, we have polymer bank notes, and they go through a heavy wash cycle and come out the other end looking like a bank-note.
Which is handy.
Finding the fifty was like receiving a particularly generous Christmas present.
The eleven dollars I paid for the jeans was my last eleven dollars.
I won’t have folding money again until the middle of next week. I do have a few coins, but I need them for emergency coffee on my way to work.
Which brings me back to the clock —
No one could accuse me of being a morning person, and like everyone else, I have an alarm on my phone, but my brain is wise enough to ignore it. My brain knows that I need sleep, and it assumes that the sound of my alarm is some kind of terrible mistake, so it ignores it; with the obvious consequence of me running around like a mad person, trying not to be late for my new job.
I’ve been out of work for a long time, and people can smell your desperation when you apply for work; so much so that when they offered me this job, I thought they were kidding.
I was so fed up with being treated like something that had adhered to the bottom of a shoe I said yes to the offer without asking how much they paid.
I’ve since found out, they are not going to pay me until I have worked for them for a few weeks and by the time all the ‘start up‘ costs are removed, there won’t be a lot left over.
Which brings me back to the clock again —
My mum liked to tell me stories about moving to Melbourne with her sister in the 1930s. They had an apartment on the park and worked at a city cafe.
For a long time, they couldn’t afford much of anything except the essentials associated with work.
For a while, they had one fork and a can opener, and they would take it in turns to eat with the can opener.
The cafe opened at 6 am, and they dared not be late.
Jobs were very hard to come by, and due to the lack of labour laws in those days, an employer could dismiss you on any pretext.
The sisters spent their first week’s wages on a massive alarm clock; the type with large bells on the top. They put the clock into a biggish saucepan to amplify the sound of the alarm.
They were never late for work.
Frankly, I don’t know how they slept with the magnified sound of a ticking clock in the same room, but I forgot to ask, and both of the sisters are dead now, so I guess I’ll never know.
So, now you know why I need this clock.
In the end, it did not cost me very much. Things that used to be expensive are now inexpensively made in other countries.
I haven’t spent the rest of the fifty.
You never know what might crop up.
I have to stop now because it is getting late and I have to be up early tomorrow. Clean my teeth, wind the clock and off to sleep.
In case you were wondering, my weekend plans include a visit to that Charity Shop — you never know.
Thanks Lori. The charity shop just keeps popping up, I agree………… but when you are onto a good thing it is always a good idea to beat it to death!
Terry
That actually looks like the first alarm clock I owned, and my work had a similar quality of desperation around it, mixed with a degree of badly disguised incompetence
Mighty fine looking clock.
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As clocks go, I would have to agree.
Terry
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Tick tock. That hits the spot!
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Thanks Mobewan………… this story was brought to you by………. coffee.
Terry
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👏 amazing, The clock is fab!
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Thank you and yes, it is.
Terry
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Wrapped up beautifully!!! Very strong slice of life (& boy, that charity shop angle keeps on delivering the goods!) 🙂
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Thanks Lori. The charity shop just keeps popping up, I agree………… but when you are onto a good thing it is always a good idea to beat it to death!
Terry
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🙂
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That actually looks like the first alarm clock I owned, and my work had a similar quality of desperation around it, mixed with a degree of badly disguised incompetence
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Beautifully put……….. and I too remember thinking that it was only a matter of time before they figured out that I had no idea what I was doing.
Terry
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That clock looks beautiful. I haven’t been seeing the likes of these lately; it’s all screens and pixels these days.
Beautiful shot!
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THank you. It is a bit old school. It’s actually a painting by Kenton Nelson…… quite amazing. Thanks for your comment.
Terry
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Beautiful clock! I love the story. They were very creative to put it in a saucepan to amplify the sound. I never would have thought of that!
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed the story…. the saucepan idea is an interesting one.
Terry
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