Well, I'm on my holidays now. Those of you who know me, know that these days are much needed. It's like there's a buildup of baloney in my system, and I need to spit it out. That's not an "I dislike my job" comment, I think it comes from doing something a number of days in a row. In my case, since Christmas.
Last year, for my vacation, I booked two nights at a bed and breakfast to sit and write. I booked in at lovely B&B. Now, in order to properly sit and write, one must have the first to achieve the second. For the life of me, I could not find a comfortable place to sit. The room even boasted a desk and chair. and I thought I was set for the visit. The chair left much to be desired.
The desk chair was hard, a molded piece of plastic attached to a wire frame. That was all it was. The construction was mostly this cold metal tubing, rounded and shiny. The seat itself was a hard and not welcoming of my ample bottom. The hardness of the seat was ridiculous, I can't imagine how someone with less padding on their posterior would feel about it. The "armrests" were more cold tubing. I would not be surprised to find that this is the design Satan commissioned for Hitler's arrival in the spring of 1945. Satan knew he wouldn't able to write another shitty book in that chair. I certainly couldn't.
This year, my holidays coincide with my brother's, and I'm able to house-sit. There is no shortage of chairs here, and I already know there are a number of cozy places to sit.