¡Adios!
There it is: my office chair. Left at the curb for the trash man.
It’s been broken for as long as I can remember (the back comes loose), but it’s still the most comfortable chair in the office. I must readjust it twenty times a day.
I reckon I have 7,500 butt hours in that thing. Harder’n hell to throw it away.
Do you feel that – a connection to things you’ve used a long time? It’s like a superstition, like something of me rubs off on my personal property.
Posted: March 27th, 2025 under personal.
Comments: 7
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Comment from QuasiModo
Time: March 27, 2025, 8:18 pm
I had an office chair was like a part of me…the top broke off the base, pieces still sitting in the basement. It was really cheap and flimsy too so I don’t know why I’m sentimental about it. Got about 18 years out of it, anyway.
Comment from S.Weasel
Time: March 27, 2025, 10:31 pm
This thing was old when I started, 11 years ago.
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: March 27, 2025, 11:59 pm
Occasionally.
I’m more of a “is it still useful” guy, and worst of all, when it isn’t, I hang on to stuff because it might be useful again in some alternate timeline.
Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: March 28, 2025, 1:49 am
7,500 butt hours / 11 years ago ~= 700 hours / year ~= 2 hours / day.
Is that about right? I’d think it would be more, but YMMV.
And the “form not secure message” is back.
Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: March 28, 2025, 7:15 am
After the second time I broke my back, I got one of those super duper ergonomic chairs, and a standing desk.
I still prefer the chair I got from office Max.
Our condolences.
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 28, 2025, 6:58 pm
I started at one hour a day four days a week, Rich. It gradually increased until I do about 15 hours a week. The job needs more, but I don’t have it to give.
Comment from Armybrat
Time: March 30, 2025, 11:59 pm
I’m an army brat. I moved 20 times with my parents by the time I was 18 and moved 10 times with my husband. There is almost nothing I have a deep connection with…except my husband.
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