I hate watches

My name is Raj, and I'm a watchaholic.

Like most addicts, my addiction started in my childhood. My dad had 3 different watches - 1 for every day use, 1 for fancy occasions, and 1 to wear while doing hard work, like beating his children. As his fists rained down on me, all I could concentrate on was that beautiful analog timepiece. It was bliss.

Now here I am 3 years later with important work to do, and I find myself perusing jewelry stores and staring at the newest watches. I have a problem. The pricetags no longer concern me. It wasn't always this way... I used to be happy with a sub-$100 watch on my wrist, but those days are fading fast. I need a bigger fix, and I need them more often.

I walked into a store this morning, dressed in ratty jeans and a hoodie sweater. The salesman glowers at me. I ask to take a closer look at an $800 Longines, and I take great care to flash the $500 Citizen on my wrist while I point at it. His glower immediately turns into a phony, gleaming white smile. What scum. He knows he's feeding my addiction, but all he cares about is his cut. He might as well be selling me crack on a street corner.

My hands start to tremble as I slip on the watch. My tastes are getting more expensive. I'm no longer craving the Fossils, the Diesels, or the Hilfigers. Even the Citizens and the Seikos are losing their appeal. I'm immune to their effects, and my addiction craves bigger and better things. I caught myself craving a $20K Hublot Big Bang and a $15K Urwerk. Even the Longines on my wrist didn't satisfy me, yet at $800 it's more expensive than any other watch I own. I am in deep shit.

Maybe I should get a pocketwatch...?

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Raj Phangureh
Rybex Computer Solutions (Mobile E-Mail)
(204) 955-0334
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