10 Days Without the Apple Watch - Day One

It's a Saturday, and i'm staying the night at a friend's place a few hours from Adelaide. I've forgotten to pack my charger and my watch is down to 8%, it probably won't last the night. One of my friends laughs at the fact that i'm annoyed I can't charge my watch. I'll admit, after 6 months it still sounds weird. I switch it to airplane mode, and hope the battery still has juice left in it for tomorrow's drive home.

I wake early the next day, slipping on my watch as I get out of bed. I grab my bag, and head out to the car. I turn the engine over and ask Siri to navigate me home. As I get to the end of the road, my phone chirps up to turn left, but I notice my watch doesn't do anything. I pull over and raise my wrist, but it's little display doesn't flash up at me. It's dead. Pity, I really like the taptic feedback the Watch gives me during navigation. It's not really necessary, but it's nice. I slip the watch off, and rest it in the coin tray.

I get home around 10 AM and quickly get ready for work. I don't have enough time to charge the Watch before I leave. I'm not allowed to have my phone at work, but still need to be on time for breaks, so I grab the thick, heavy, stainless steel watch my parents gave me a few years before the Apple Watch was even a rumour. My left wrist suddenly feels heavy. I love the way I forget i'm even wearing the Apple Watch sometimes. Mr. Ives' team absolutely nailed the design. I love how subtle and unobtrusive the 38mm model is on my wrist. Any watch I wear from now on will be compared to it.

At work, I keep feeling phantom taps coming from my watch, but attempts to read the imaginary notifications are met only by the lifeless face of my analogue watch. I catch myself exaggerating the way I raise my wrist, and remember that this watch doesn't care how much, or little, I wave my arm around. At the end of my shift, I go to fill out my report for the day. I raise my wrist to check the date, before remembering just how dumb this watch really is.

At the end of the day, I sit down and take some notes. I look across my room to my Apple Watch, perched atop it's little magnetic charger, Milanese Loop draped casually across the charge cable. I'll admit, it looks great. I feel a kind of pride when I wear it. In my head, that shiny chunk of stainless steel and silicone shows that i'm on the edge, pushing towards a bright interconnected tomorrow. But that can get tiring. Sometimes I just wish I could look at my wrist and check the time. Or that I could wake up in the morning and set about my day, without having to worry about whether or not i've charged my watch. It's easy to get caught up in the 'everything is awesome' whirlwind of the Apple product cycle, and sometimes it's far from awesome. It can be expensive, and frustrating. I decide to refrain from puttin the Watch on each morning for a while. I noticed not wearing it today, but there are many other small questions that I want some closure on before putting it back on. Is it actually worth the AUD$949 I forked over for it? Is it worth charging every night? Can it become something I recommend to my parents? I really hope so, but only time will tell.

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Jack Alexander