Pneumatic lift my spirits

Y’know, I may be too short for my current desk setup; I feel like I’m reaching too far to navigate between my mouse and the keyboard. I can feel the pain slowly creeping into my shoulder, reminiscent of the RSI that I got in 8th grade. Nostalgia should be limited to feelings you get when opening up photo albums, stepping into Burger Kings from your hometown, or 80’s porn. However, I’m treading down that memory lane as we speak, and I’d rather avoid that altogether.

I’m sure the problem is my desk setup, and I’m also sure I need a chair that can prop me up just a little bit higher (or a setup that puts the keyboard and mouse a little bit lower). However, I refuse to sit on the HR packet outlining the changes between last year’s benefits program and this year’s program (even though that’d prop me up another 10 inches), because I refuse to believe I’m that short - even if it causes me pain. Which it is, but I’ve convinced myself that’s the pain of being alive. If the physical pain doesn’t match the emotional pain, then I’m out of equilibrium.

That said, I’m gonna push through this all, because that’s the kind of worker I am: the type that avoids conflict.