Meet my new office mate, Herman.
He’s handsome, don’t you think? He’s quite comfy, too.
I’ve worked in a home office for almost ten years. Prior to Herman, my office chairs were cheap and poorly designed. In stark contrast to the recommended desk posture, I generally sat with my feet on the seat, my knees tucked into my chest and my head thrust forward, resting on my knees. It pained my husband to watch. One morning, unknown to me, he decided he’d had enough and bought me a Herman Miller Aeron chair for Christmas.
What a treat for me on Christmas morning. Future Santas, take note. At my parents’ house that morning, I found a small, flat present under the tree, addressed to me. Inside, there was a children’s book about goats — a long-running joke about how I’m getting a goat for Christmas. Inside the book, there was a note:
I headed downstairs to my sister’s old bedroom, family in tow. I saw a huge box. For a moment, I worried that maybe it was a goat. See below — that’s my “Oh boy, inside I’m panicking but I’m trying to look natural” face. I make this face often at the top of scary ski runs:
Nevertheless, I attacked the package. After all, I don’t often get presents nearly as tall as I am.
I had to stand on the bed to get into the box. I knocked over a lamp in my excitement — that’s a key indicator of a very good present.
Then I met Herman. We both look pretty happy, I think.
Now he’s home.