Tuesday, July 22, 2003

When M and I moved into this office a few months ago we set up our desks so that they are facing each other. Our reasoning was that we both want to be able to look out the window without turning around in our chairs. The effect reminds me of a scene from Soderbergh's Kafka. Now that M has moved to a different office building, I have the office to myself. I also took her chair. My chair was fine, but her chair is big and high-backed and has better upholstery and so it must be a better chair. I am now sitting at my desk and staring at my old chair, which is across from me at M's old desk. The problem with my new chair is that I can't get comfortable in it and it makes me nudgy. I have to balance my weight way forward in order to keep the chair from leaning back, but I can't lean too far forward because the chair will lean forward. It's a little too high and it's hard for me to sit with my feet on the floor. I settle for precarious balance with my feet propped up on the seat or the wheels or my desk drawer. I could switch the chairs back, this much I know. At least then I would have a better view of a nicer chair, but this chair is supposed to be nicer so I must just be doing it wrong.