Like a Klaxon

At the beginning of the year I had to buy a new alarm clock because the one I bought back in 1988 or 1989 died. It didn’t exactly stop working, but started gaining time. Like 45 minutes over the course of a week. It just isn’t funny when you think you are getting up at 6am and then you find out that you actually got up at 5:15 but you don’t know that until after you’ve had your shower and gotten dressed. There’s no going back to sleep after that. I’m not that sleep talented.

My criteria for the new clock was simple. I wanted an inexpensive clock with red numbers (the better-half has a clock with green numbers and they light up the night sky–he actually has to turn the clock face down) but no other fancy bells and whistles. I’m an alarm clock purist in that I just like to have an alarm wake me.

I found this clock and the price was mighty nice. I liked the fact that it had two choices of volume. Let me tell you, if you need to raise the dead in a cemetery fifty miles from your house, get this clock. It doesn’t matter if you have it set on the “Gentle” alarm volume this alarm clock will scare you out of bed every morning. Last night I cut up a greeting card into four pieces and taped those layers of paper over the speaker. It was still a frightening experience this morning. Note to self: when a product is called Super Loud, Timex isn’t kidding.

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