I am most definitely a clock watcher. Like Patty, I can’t stand being late. But I also dislike being overly early (depending on what the appointment is). I would rather sit at home and watch the clock, then wait somewhere else wondering if I am in the right place, or if anyone else is going to show up, or it I look strange to all the other people there.
While the kids are at school, I have alarms set for when I need to pick them up just in case time gets away from me. Most days it doesn’t. I’ll finish up whatever I’m working on with about twenty minutes until pickup time. Then I’ll waste time watching YouTube videos when I could probably get a lot done on a chapter. On the occasions that I do start working, those alarms are so annoying.
When I have large chunks of time, I probably get less done because I think I have lots of time to do it later. I can check Pinterest, and Etsy, and Facebook just one more time. And four hours later, I still haven’t opened my manuscript.
The worst time I had for watching the clock was when I sat in my children’s class for an hour while their teacher was at a special lunch. Most of the time was taken by recess… indoor recess. I am pretty sure I looked at the clock every thirty seconds and I am confident that the clock hands moved backwards. Not that the children were misbehaving, but it just wasn’t the situation for me.
The other time that time moves too slowly for me is from ten minutes to thirty minutes on the treadmill. It goes reasonably quickly before and after that.
Time tends to go the fastest for me when everyone has gone to bed and I should be heading that way too. I open my manuscript and the words start flowing and soon it’s an hour later, but the ideas are still coming.
Or if I’m sewing. Things always seem to take longer than I think they will and a project takes a whole day rather than the hour or two I’m expecting. Thus why I need the pickup alarms.