Chair today
I am sitting in magnificent comfort typing this. No longer is my chin resting on the desk as I gaze up at my monitor like some new bug called in to the headmaster’s office. No, I am enthroned in slightly plasticky glory as I have finally upgraded my chair after receiving a particularly well timed email from a furniture supply place in Glasgow. Seeing the two side by side makes me realise how much the old chair is the sort of chair some no-hoper would be sitting on - some lower management deadbeat, sitting alone at the back of the building, passing the days in solitary contemplation awaiting the final call from HR. The new chair, on the other hand, is one befitting a sort of thrusting young (ish) executive with places to go and people to fire.
Admittedly there are some downsides. The castors seem to be made of Teflon with an extra coating of high slip grease. An inadvertent cough causes me to slam at high speed into the wall behind me. Reaching to my left causes me to slide to my right. I can feel my back starting to protest as the vertebrae, unused to such contortions, are twisted like novelty balloons at a children’s party. Also the tilt back mechanism seems to be set to a very narrow range of tilt forward, somewhere between transferring cake and emptying wheelbarrow. It feels like I’m perpetually falling, particularly when I wake up. But it is very shiny and that’s got to be a good thing.