At last, I have triumphed over Kronos!
This morning, I arrived on campus and parked my bike as usual. But before I entered my office, I realized that I was duty-bound to supply a king cake for my co-workers. (I got the baby from the king cake we had last week. It's a Carnival tradition, at least in New Orleans.)
I was very near a phone, so I could have clocked in with Kronos before making my way to the bakery across the street. That would not have been entirely honest, but the thought did enter my mind. I was tempted by the thought of an early mark on my record. It would certainly look better if I clocked in at 7:45 AM rather than 8:00, right?
But, then again, although I was near a phone, it would certainly be more convenient for me to proceed directly to the store. That would be the honest thing to do as well. I would lose my "early mark" but I would regain my dignity.
My spirits began to rise as I walked past the entrance to my office. I felt as if a weight had been lifted, and I suddenly realized a certain irony: By keeping this journal, I have been caring too much about Kronos. I need to care less, but how can I learn to care less when writing an entry in this journal is a part of my daily routine?
I muttered a curse under my breath -- I cursed Kronos, for the first time ever. My spirits were soaring now. Without warning, my perspective on Kronos had shifted radically. I was no longer cowering in fear before the God of Time, I was cursing him, cursing and laughing. It felt so good, I wondered if I would ever be able to discuss Kronos without cursing.
Somehow, I had regained my pride.
I've remembered to clock in and out almost every day so far this year. That's odd, because by nature, I am a forgetful, even absent-minded person. (Ask anyone who knows me.) I've only managed to be so faithful to Kronos because of the daily ritual of this journal, which keeps Kronos uppermost in my thoughts.
In today's information economy, attention is the most prized currency of all, and I have been offering Kronos too much of it.
As I mentioned, Carnival time is upon us, and Mardi Gras is just around the corner. I won't be writing in this journal for the next few days. Perhaps on Ash Wednesday, when I return to my routine, I will have something more to say.
Or perhaps I will begin a new campaign, to think about Kronos as little as possible, and never write here again. Who knows?