Picture Perfect

I try to be punctual, really I do and for the most part I am. Except when it comes to meeting Helen - for some odd reason I'm always late with her, though I've only met her twice. There is time to improve the record yet.

And speaking of time, I can never have too much of it. In fact, I like to look at it and would point out that most of the lives of the people reading this (yes, you) are conducted by time-keeping devices. Right this second, there could be as many as three clocks within sight.

Right now, I have a watch on my wrist, a clock on the bottom right hand corner of the screen, two Ashurst branded clocks on my desk, an alarm clock/stereo sitting on the other side of the room and a wall clock. Of course, we mustn't forget that we have clocks on our mobile phones, and I have two of those (but thats another story). Even to me, it's surprising there are 8 clocks just in my room (all which have a different time, I might add). Obviously, time is important to me - perhaps because there's so little of it - and thus so are clocks, and it is the story of the Ashurst clocks that I would like to deal with now.

Ashurst is a major company that has offices all over the world, though they're not exactly known for their clock making skills. Instead, they're known for being a major law firm in the UK and the world over, also a law firm to whom I have recently applied. I must say, they're very efficient. Someone in the firm must read the applications within 3 days of its being submitted, if not sooner.

Anyhow. One of the questions on the application was how I came to apply to Ashurst and why. During my explanation, I mentioned that I met and spoke to one of their representatives at the law careers fair in my university, where I was awarded a nifty looking LCD digital clock from the company. Perhaps it was the stress. Perhaps it was the desire to stand out from everyone else. Perhaps it was the tiredness. More likely a combination of the last two. But it was at this point that I saw fit to mention "I am saddened to report that the clock was faulty. Despite this, I still wish to apply..."

I have on my desk now, as I type this, a replacement clock from Ashurst along with a note saying "Daniel, I'm sorry to hear your Ashurst clock was faulty. I hope this one is ok."

Whoever said law firms were all bad? (cat *stare*)
PS. The replacement works fine. I must admit, I didn't know what it was and opened it as if it were a bom. Interestingly, I still opened it, with the completely irrational, confused morning just-got-out-of-bed expectation that acid or nails would be sprung on me. I'm glad that didn't happen though.