I found this pic not all that long ago, amongst the couple of thousand of my Dad's slides I was scanning for him. It assured me I was always a WIS. Circa 1974 I'd guess.
My next horologically remembered event was about 12 months into my first full time job, Rural Bank, Kings Cross! now that is a contradiction... In 1977 I paid $120 for a S/S auto Chronograph that started with Z... I'm happy I am not sure of its full name, for I don't know where it is now.
For the next 20 to 30 years, I lusted over watches, but just could not afford, or had priorities. Later I ended up wearing this Ripcurl 24/7 for near on 10 years.
At least it did have 1 jewel, in a movement that is about a quarter the size of the watch. Talk about void space.
Alas, I only touched it twice a year, to change the time at the beginning and end of daylight saving, plus 2 or 3 batteries..
Then, in May 2010, a light bulb flickered into being. "I could afford that watch I always wanted!"
Along came this,
and not long after, as the habit, (it's the first one that does the damage) hit.
Some of those have since left, but then there are the Heuers and my Pam that smartly took up that space in the box..
I've no complaints. I'm slowly progressing with a screwdriver, and learning how to make friends here and not alienate myself. But, hey, it's a great hobby, one that I feel very fortunate to be able to partake in.
Hence, my troubles are definitely First world, and for me, that is worth remembering...