I had a bit of a scare earlier this afternoon when I couldn’t find my Cartier watch. The thing is more than 10 years old at this point, and is probably not worth anywhere near the $3500 retail price anymore, but it has a lot of sentimental value for me still, so I was freaking out.
The problem is that since I don’t wear that watch every day, I was having a tough time retracing my steps trying to remember what I did the last time I took it off. As far as I knew, I might not have even been at home when I lost it.
Fortunately, after several hours of frantic searching, I found my watch behind a stack of CD cases on the stereo cabinet. They were Jerry’s CDs, so I have to assume that he put them there without bothering to move my watch first. Nice. But I need to shoulder some of the blame as well. This wouldn’t have happened if I had put my watch back in my jewelry box where it belongs.
Anyway, I’m just relieved that I was able to find it. Sure, I’m now way behind on work for the day, but I’ll take that over a lost watch!