Taking Hold
Saturday. Morning, after breakfast, sitting in the new chair that arrived from Sit4Less (this week? last week?) allowing me to write in a reasonable position which, I discover, is not possible sitting in a leather lounger with a foot stool, keyboard on the table beside me rather than on my lap since Ms. Emmy is on my lap, thank you very much, cleaning her claws and protecting her territory. Ms. Emmy knows what's hers and what's not.
I was a bit worried about ordering a chair without sitting in it, without seeing it, but I seem to have dodged that bullet. This thing is adjustable in ways I don't even understand - it says so on the web site - so I figured, what the hell, give it a shot. All this to avoid a trip to an office supply store, a department store, some other store that sells desk chairs at a reasonable price. My Sit4Less chair is not a Herman Miller Aeron, but a Sit4Less look alike at half the price. I still have no idea if this was a good idea or not, since I'm going to be sitting in it for hours and hours for the rest of my life. Would I have been better off spending the extra bucks? I mean, hours and hours. Then again, having only seen the Herman Miller chair in a photograph, heard about it on the radio, I'll never know if it's any more comfortable than this thing I'm currently sitting in and I therefore won't worry a whit. Or is this not making sense? Here in Oakland.
You're talking about chairs?
Better than the aching head, what I have yet to do to prepare for a photo shoot this afternoon, the mechanics of these wireless lights I've been setting up or the fact it was announced our CIO was shown the door on Wednesday and that the entire IT universe is buzzing in the building like a rudely awakened bee hive. You can hear the hum in the halls. Not a good time to be an IT manager, maybe; not a bad time to be an IT manager, probably: the problem is figuring out which is your which. I am not an IT manager. I am a twig at the tip of a complicated organizational tree, one of the little people and, although twigs snap more easily than a branch, it's the branches that go first in one of these upheavals, the twigs following after unless they don't.
Later. A good session in the studio, the lights working just fine. I would never have bought the big Elinchroms had I known how the little Nikons can be connected together like beads on a string. Life is good. Yes, the head aches like a sumbitch, but that's nickels and pennies in the scheme of life. Let there be light and yes, there was light! (Or is this just the first flask of Saturday sake taking hold?)
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