It’s got to be a sign of the times when the most exciting event of your week is the purchase of office furniture.
I’m not sure when the transition happened – the exact moment I hit the point of no return – but I think I’m getting old.
The signs were there I suppose. For starters, I steadfastly drink ale over any other type of alcoholic beverage and recently I seem to have developed a penchant for using the word ‘cracking’, a word I last heard uttered in a Wallace and Gromit movie.
Even my use of the word movie in the last sentence seems to suggest I’m not quite up with the times.
But the biggest single signifier suggesting I’m a pensioner well before my time came in the aftermath of a broken chair.
I’d got used to my trusty old Cameron Wells chair so when it gave way last week, my initial feeling was one of overwhelming sorrow.
However, this quickly gave way to an unbridled excitement when it dawned on me I would be able to choose a replacement myself.
I merrily flicked through our office supplies catalogue, checking out the height, width, lumbar and asynchro tilt of chairs in all shapes, sizes and colours.
I even made not one but two trips to my local office supplies store so I could test drive all the potential options myself. I bet someone, somewhere will have a good laugh at that particular CCTV tape.
I’m not precisely sure what all this means for me but I’m beginning to think I need to get a grip.
That said, a happy worker is a productive one so this chair is definitely going to be worth its weight in gold.
