il n’y a pas d’heure pour les braves!
First day on a new assignment. I set my cheap Chinese alarm clock for 7:00 a.m. Awakened by daylight, I see that the clock says 8:08, and briefly panic; then turn on my telephone, which says 6:29. Evidently the clock zeroed itself about the time I turned in — I must have bumped it in an inappropriate way.
My housemate works near a Sears, and promises to find me a better clock today. But wait, Sears is now K mart . . .
Later: I got one at IKEA. (How do they pronounce that in Sweden, anyway?) It’s made in China but it’s mechanical rather than electronic.
Later still: . . . and it won’t ring without a nudge. Fortunately I woke up at half past six every day this week.
Ah yes. The familiar placebo alarm clock.
. . so I got a different IKEA clock, which does the job satisfactorily.