UPDATE III:
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UPDATE II:
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UPDATE:
As mentioned below, my baby is now rocking some chocolate brown 'gator. Let me know what you think!
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INITIAL POST:
So, as promised, here is my baby!
It is, so far as I know the last one to be sold through the official channel here in Switzerland. And it took me not one, but three ADs to find it. It all began in november. After months of having shut reality out of my life, after months of having spent my existence between my office and the university's library, my thesis was finally looking like it was coming to an end. By this time, it had consumed each and every hour of my evenings and weekends, yes, each and every minute I didn't spend on my job. As a consequence, with light and freedom beginning to sparkle at the end of this monthlong tunnel, I decided I'd go out with a bang. Therefore, one day during lunchtime I visited an AD and made an inquiry. The Navitimer had been the dream of my entire childhood, but I had never before owned one or any other 'ling for that matter. Aside from that, a year earlier, Breitling had begun to make a version of the Navitimer I really liked. So I decided it was time to finally take the plunge with the Navitimer 01 Limited. Except for it being a little late for that. The thing with limited editions of anything is that there aren't many of 'em (big surprise eh?). So by the time I had set my sights on it, most were gone... in fact pretty much all of them were.
So the AD sadly told me he wouldn't be able to sell me one for he didn't have any. However, he wouldn't be a proper AD if he wouldn't have been able to find me one. It took a lot of telephoning and calling in on old mates apparently, but he finally came up with a watch located in Geneva (2nd AD). Luckily enough, the AD in Geneva also has a branch in Zurich (3rd and from now on "my" AD) where the watch arrived on december 1st. That very day, it spent the first minutes around my wrist and a hefty downpayment was made to reserve it while waiting for the results of my thesis, due at the very latest on january 31st. In case of failure, I would never be able to enjoy the watch and therefore made "success" a condition of the purchase. My AD, good sports that she is, agreed into the bet and would retain it for me as long as necessary.
Evermore motivated I went back to work. Handed in the fruit of many months worth of nights' and weekend's work and slipped into the botty-clenching waiting period preceding its judgement. It would take a month and a half to find out if what I had come up with was any good. If it was, I would have finished with university once and for all... if not, five intense years of studying would fall from the skies like the burning wreck of a blasted airship. The the anxiety was high and not without a basis. I had left my thesis for the very end of my time in Uni, not because I was looking forward to it, but because I'm rubbish at writing scientific stuff.
On january 31st then, the shivering had risen to an unbearable level. But the day passed with no results being communicated. This became ever more worrying when the day after that also went by without news... and so did the following one... and the one following that one.
It was not until yesterday evening when the news finally came in from the professor's assistant. All was good in thesis land. My last day as a student was behind me. And apparently, all the sleepless nights had added up to something that for the first time in my young career as a writer was... at least not completely... rubbish.
I contacted my AD, finalized the deal and was invited to come by for lunch today. And there she was waiting for me, a real beauty (she is a pretty girl indeed, my AD, about the same age as me, smart, likes panerais... I could go on...). She had a bottle of champaign and... Oh right, the watch. Well, there was a watch as well, and I am most happy to report it is now on my wrist as I type this. So, tout est bien qui finit bien... excuse my French... no, literally.
