Worth the Wait
I would not wear a wristwatch as an undergrad. In fact, I wasn’t aware of my prior opposition to owning one until I recently purchased my first timepiece. The style is classic. A nylon strap complements both sides of a thin, brushed metal face; it’s simple, functional and I happen to love it. After I bought the watch, though, I got to thinking about my perception of time. I thought about college and how, back then, time was seemingly responsible for everything I felt I’d lacked. It takes time to earn a degree, time to find a job and time to actualize one’s full potential. I didn’t want to wait. Yet here I am, a graduate previously begrudged by the concept who today, as a full-time employee, wears it on his arm.
What changed? Somewhere in the shift from backpack to briefcase I began to see things differently. It started during the summer of 2010. Intouch hired me as an intern with one clear expectation: provide project support where necessary. On the morning of my first day, I sat in a conference room with four other interns, nervous and eager to get started. I introduced myself, exchanged small talk and prepared to sponge information from the impending orientation seminar. The first discussion topic: an employee’s responsibility to keep track of his or her time. I should have bought a watch.
The concept was certainly not foreign to me. Despite what some may think about the life of a college student, it does involve some time management principles. In my first week as an intern, though, I experienced the clear difference between life as an academic and life as a professional. I was assigned work that I had never done before and deadlines were intimidating. I caught on, though, and in the following weeks, time suddenly became something to fight for, not against. Inevitably, I fell in love with my job, my coworkers and my routine.
The internship ended on the day before my senior year began. While I was sad to leave, hopeful that opportunity would bring me back to this company, I left with a new frame of mind. I was able to look at my senior year as a steppingstone moving forward, not a wall that temporarily held me back; I was finally able enjoy my time. Today I’m a full-time employee working toward new goals, getting closer and closer to the next chapter of my professional life. The difference: I’m not opposed to the wait.