I received a new office chair the other day.
It’s funny how a comfy seat can change your attitude, to say nothing about bringing relief to the spine.
My old chair had a habit of slowly sinking over the course of the day. The spring-a-ma-bob just wouldn’t hold, requiring me to periodically raise my seat. Not only that, the bottom itself tilted forward slightly, as if the chair was urging me to get up and take a walk.
Instead, to compensate, I would slouch lower and lower and lower as the hours ticked by. There were times I felt (and probably looked) like an inert blob, pecking away at my keyboard, too lazy to move.
It took me awhile to request a replacement. After all, that chair, as sad as it was, was my chair, the hard won spoil of someone else’s departure. So happy was I when I scavenged it that I immediately had a label made declaring it belonged to “Beyers.”
That was years ago, about the time we launched Capital Business. I managed to ignore the food stains, and the cracked padding on one of the arms. Then, the tilting mechanism turned suspect. I nearly topped over backwards a couple times.
Still, I soldiered on until one day the boss happened by and commented on my poor posture.
That was enough to get me moving. Timidly I approached the office manager, and like that hungry little boy in “Oliver,” respectfully requested, please mum, may I have a new chair?
It took a while, but then one day, there it was, a black Haworth Very Task with “science-led ergonomics.”
I immediately took a shine to the asymmetrical lumbar pad, the four-dimensional arms and the synchronous tilt. I probably spent a good half hour adjusting and readjusting to get it all just so.
For the first time in years, I found myself sitting up straight again, blood flowing, energized.
I suddenly feel every bit the executive in action.
Now I just need to get a label made.