NS September 17th, 2007

So I went out and bought 15 magazines yesterday, as part of my market research. Studying demographics, types of articles and the masthead to see which sections are written by staff and which are written by freelancers. I love that taking three carrier bags full of glossies to Starbucks and having two cups of coffee in as many hours while flicking page after page was ‘working’. I could get used to this.

I’ve even saved the receipt in case, one day, I can write it off as a business expense. I also hope to write this fabulous desk chair off to expenses, as part of my home office setup. If you think it doesn’t look particularly special or comfortable, you would be wrong. Wronger than wrong. The wrongest. It’s simple and comfortable and the frame allows for a bit of bounce (I like to fidget when I’m thinking) but not so much that it would hurt my back or be annoying. I hate those leather chairs on wheels but I also hate rigid-backed wooden chairs or folding chairs because they’re just not comfy when one’ is going to be sitting on it for hours at a time, day in and day out.

My husband might think I’m crazy for spending over a hundred quid on a chair but my ass will thank me some day. Hell, it’s getting big enough that I wouldn’t be surprised if it had developed enough verbal skills and a cognitive brain that it managed to send me a thank you card in the post. Perhaps it would read: “Dear Person Who Feeds Me Kit-Kats And Buys Me Comfortable Chairs — thank you. You have provided extra padding for my comfort as of late and I truly appreciate it. All of my other ass friends are jealous, particularly the ones attached to Kate Moss and Nicole Ritchie. All the best, Your Fat Ass.

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