Oh, boy. I had this grand idea of taking photos of my watch band replacement adventure and posting them to the blog. 10 minutes later, with the old band stubbornly attached to the watch and my patience beginning to wear thin, I decided that maybe this wasn’t the kind of adventure that needed a photographic documentary.
30 minutes after that, with a watch now bandless and my hatred for “spring posts” growing every second, I abandoned the field to look for directions. There must be some secret trick that will make this procedure quick and painless, thought I. One Google search later, I learned the horrible truth.
“WORST DESIGN EVER!”
“Could they make this any harder to replace?”
“Not even a jeweler could put this thing back together.”
“The most annoying thing I’ve ever encountered.”
“It absolutely takes forever to replace, just go buy a new watch.”
“Even with the provided tool, the spring posts are nearly impossible to align correctly.”
Either the Internet is filled with whiners, or this is one tricky procedure. Irrationally, I actually feel a little better once I know that my struggle is normal. But what’s this about a tool? My replacement band came with the band and the cursed spring posts—no instructions, no semi-helpful tool. For the love.
Back I go to the bandless watch and the wretched spring posts. I abandon the needle-nosed pliers, which are worthless for this procedure. I’m fairly certain the task calls for a helpful and dexterous mouse (a la Cinderella) and x-ray vision. I settle for a toothpick and a flashlight, and the battle begins again.
Twenty minutes later, after many false alarms and out of sheer luck, I manage to slide one of the spring posts into place. Huzzah! We’re…um…halfway there. Snaptastic. Ten minutes following, beset by failure, I allowed the spring posts to win the battle. I’ve reached my limit, and I know myself enough to know when to take a break. I’ll return to the watch when my level of patience has refilled and I have a greater chance of replacing than band than breaking the entire watch. One of these days, I plan to win the war. The war against the no good, rotten, spring posts.