I’ve been a professional desk jockey for over 10 years now, spending most of my waking moments in front of a computer screen. Oh, I knew the risks when I started this gig – carpal tunnel, eye strain, disapproving glares from attractive women – but the siren’s call of the white-collar job was too alluring.
Everything was fine for a couple of years. I climbed the corporate ladder, hunkered down behind my keyboard all day, every day, enjoying a steady paycheck. As time crept by, though, I found myself plagued by a variety of chronic physical problems: weight gain, back pain and muscle spasms to name a few. Now, after these many long years of suffering, I have come to an inevitable conclusion…
My office chair is trying to kill me.






