I used to have one of those, but it was a very long time ago (nearly 8 years but it started 10 years before that) in a galaxy far far away (in So Cal for a subcontractor to one of the few commercial airplane manufacturers still in existence). You can follow the link above to my happily employed fellow blogger’s post that describes some of the reasons she still loves her job. IDK, maybe us old farts should all work in frigid Minnesota. Maybe that environment better preserves nice people?
My comment is based on my more recent experience where most of my older co-workers hated their jobs probably because, like me, they knew they could have done their jobs better and had much more fun if only more of the managers respected their experience and supported the ideas they generated from it. Instead, unfortunately, they seemed to often fear ideas that came from old farts like me. If any of our ideas were even actually considered, we seldom heard about it.
FYI my lovely old job was with a Japanese company that also still built a seaplane using a design developed in WWII. I contend that the main reason they kept me on so long was due to my skill in translating their ESL to semi-technical business English in letters to their domestic suppliers and customers. These wonderful people always bought whatever my kids were selling for school, soccer, Girl Scout, etc. fundraisers. They let me use their office supplies when I wanted to be participate as a parent in my daughters’ schools, interests and extracurricular activities. I received no flak or hassle when, after 5 years there, I requested a part-time flexible schedule that allowed me to work around school schedules after my nanny started working part-time for a crazy neighbor who didn’t appreciate that I was already paying the nanny to work for me full-time.
I didn’t receive a watch when I left ShinMaywa after 10 years. They just let me pick the venue for my farewell lunch. and I still have the pictures my old boss took of all my Japanese friends enjoying the strange delicacies served at the best Jewish deli in Orange County.
To bring this story back to the watch pictured in the linked post, I have started wearing one again. I’d had to remove it on arrival at my last job since it stood between my wrist and the desktop when typing on the computers I used there and, more often than not, I’d forget to take it with me when I left the office each day. As an Old Fart, I don’t like using a cell phone, which I don’t always have on me anyway, to find the time. I just have to remember to put my watch on before I leave the house!