One of the casters on my specially-purchased, extra-wide, rated for persons up to 500lbs, office chair broke today.
Part of me wishes that I was angry and ranting at the company about shoddy merchandise breaking after only a year or so.
Instead, I’m embarassed that I broke the chair.
I’m upset that chairs are generally not built for someone my size. My height, yes; my weight and width, no.
I’m upset that my size can be still be such a hassle, even after years of working on creating a life where it isn’t.
I want to wail, “It’s not like I chose to weigh this much!” — even though if I hadn’t tried so hard to weigh less, if I hadn’t dieted and dieted and dieted, I probably would weigh less.
I’m embarassed that I’m embarassed, that I’m seeing this as my fault and not the chair’s fault.
And, of course, I need to decide what to do about it. We have extras of the “normal” office chairs, and initially I just grabbed one of those and set the arms to max width. A couple hours of sitting on that confirmed that isn’t comfortable. At the moment I’m sitting on a spare “fit ball” from the office lounge. There is a matching chair stand for it, but I have trouble rolling around on its casters while I’m sitting on it – and I don’t exactly trust the stand to be up to my weight. Not to mention that this ball is smaller than the one I have at home, so I’m too low at my desk on the ball – but too high if it’s on the stand. I may try bringing in our personal ball from home….dunno.
On the plus side, everyone who’s come looking for me so far either hasn’t noticed I’m on a different chair or they haven’t mentioned it. Interesting….
Update: Just as I was about to post this our finance and facilities person wished me a good weekend. I mentioned the chair, and she’s going to complain to the supplier. :)
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