When I started this blog, I thought it would be easy to keep it up. I'd thought for ages "I'd love to keep a blog, if anything I'd update it TOO regularly, hahaha". Then I actually started a blog, wrote about three posts and then got bored. Because you need something to make it actually interesting - a theme, like music, or film reviews, or knitting patterns; a life filled with excitement, or at least lots of sex, or the ability to present things through good, perceptive and thoughtful writing.
I've spent the past few weeks putting off my next post while wondering which of these paths I would attempt to venture down to save it from becoming a dull and narcissistic ramble.
But I'm brought back by a rant.
My office chair is broken - it's been quite wonky since it was put together by one of my boss's children over a year ago, but then I go away to Rome for three days (which was very nice, by the way), come back, and it's completely destroyed. It's so lopsided now I have to brace myself against the desk to keep myself in it and cling onto drawer handles if I so much as sneeze. So I swapped it with a co-worker's. She's only in for a couple of hours a week while I'm here for 10 hours some days, she totters about on six inch stilettos most of the time so she can't complain about a bad back and, most importantly, she's a bitch. Who I should have known better than to compete with. I had about half an hour of the most comfortable sitting of my life, then pop out for a five minute lunch break and when I get back she's here and she has, of course, swapped them straight back.
I know it was me who started it, but the way she said "I've swapped your chair back - it seems to be broken" the minute I walked in has made me livid. And now I'm even less comfortable than I was before.
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