Sitting at the grown ups table

Well isn't it nice to be in demand? My new job sees me... well, since I've not been updating this blog terribly frequently of late, I should begin by pointing out that this is my new, new job. My last new job vanished amid a flurry of funding withdrawals. Anyway, as I was saying, my new job sees me straddling several different teams, and since I started last week I've been scurrying backwards and forwards across the office to catch up with various people. This had not gone unnoticed and so today I was moved around desks in an effort to minimise my scurries.

All well and good, except that my new desk appears to proportioned for someone slightly more statuesque than I. Its surface is placed several inches higher than any sensible desk top ought to be. Raising my seat high enough so that I can actually type comfortably leaves my feet dangling disconcertingly in mid-air. I sat there with my legs swinging backwards and forwards aimlessly for a while, in a pleasingly childish manner before going through numerous contortions in effort to find a position of comfortable equilibrium. I eventually ended up sitting on leg, with the other resting on top of my PC (a tower system set on the floor under the desk, just in case the mental image was confusing).

It's more comfortable than it sounds, honest.