So, people often are like “ugh, desk job.” I can see why the foul expression for it exists. Stuck in a dimly-lit office space, partitioned work spaces, windows visible only very far in the distance on the other side of the room, the advantage of their windows into the world given to the privileged individuals who feel the need to close the blinds on them constantly: rain, hail or shine.
The shine part is the one that hurts.
Air con that spreads coughs, colds and any other beautiful diseases that you can so do without. Also, keeps you at a frosty 4 degrees in Winter, 2 degrees in Summer.
Fighting over the food, fridge space, and microwave time in the kitchen. Signs on the 7 tubs of margarine in the communal fridges all read “keep away!” and other unidentified objects remain wrapped in plastic, slowly gathering frostbite and some other unsightly green form in the corner of the freezer.
And let’s not forget the HR complaints. Not for your colleagues, although you wish it were that easy. (No, the ‘foul’ ones receive special ‘interest’ and 15 strikes before they are politely escorted from the building with ALL their benefits, and then a box of wine too). HR is brought over constantly to deal with the damn chairs and consequent back/leg/arm complaints.
Sit straight, adjust your posture. Arms at this angle. Foot rests.
Now this is where things start to turn interesting.
Because of the common body ailments due to desk positioning and extended hours at the computer, you are advised to take short breaks. Often. Stretch your legs. Go for a walk. Have a chat to your colleague. I know people who stand while at their workstations still performing their duties; others stop to do exercises while their amused colleagues watch on by; and then there are those who take it upon themselves to take a ‘walk’ 7 times a workshift.
The downfalls brought on by the work desk, lead to deliciously get-out-of-work possibilities.
So too is it beautiful to have a computer in front of you. Albeit, one with good internet connection.
Do you know what that means? You can youtube. Send personal emails. Email your colleague, not even a metre from you, and smile in delight when they snort after opening that clip you just sent them of James Corden’s latest carpool karaoke. You hear their laugh as you ask ‘coffee time?’ with a pic of a cat sniffing at the caffeinated beverage, rugged up in a fluffy scarf and mittens.
You can google. EVERYTHING.
What do I eat tonight? Hmm let me look up my pantry ingredients…
That concert goes on sale next Tuesday, how much are the tickets?
What are the session times for the latest Bourne movie?
How do I catch a train from work to my cousin’s place?
THE POSSIBILITES ARE ENDLESS WHEN THE WORLD IS AT YOUR FINGERTIPS.
Do you know what I like to do with this master of technologies at my disposal?
Well of course, I will preface by saying I only do non-work related stuff during my lunch break…
I email. I commbank. I used to realestate.com A LOT, before we purchased our Sea change home. I look up whatever it is I currently need to urgently look up.
Is a virus contagious?
Who is that actor in the midday movie and where have I seen him before?
What’s the difference between an oven and a cooker?
Melbourne weather tomorrow? Radar? Will it rain as I walk out of the building?
Lyrics to Free by Prince.
Which cinemas are showing The Secret Life of Pets?
Peter Alexander pjs.
and so on and so on.
But do you know the best reason why I love the internet and my computer access at work?
I can write.
I can have an affair with my writing, as per what Elizabeth Gilbert says in ‘Big Magic.’ I can type up 500 words in 10 minutes while sneaking looks over my shoulder. I can journal my private most innermost thoughts and then shoot a copy to my personal email for ‘later.’
And I can blog. I can write things that have inspired me in the last few minutes and hit ‘post’ for all to see.
I will take a desk job any day. Aches, pains, small kitchens, ungrateful window seaters, bacteria-spreading Antarctic air con, and so, so much more.
Desk jobs to writers, are what the sun’s rays are to Sunflowers.
Vital, necessary. Can’t turn away.