Fatman Gambit

Office equipment is periodically reapportioned by our facilities people and Friday was one such day of reckoning.  I came in late that day and was greeted at as a hero by office mates.

When facilities came to claim our superior chairs reclaimed from departed coworkers and pulled from  executive dumpsters these minions of austerity were cowed by fears of angering the “Large One”.  They left once told that the only chairs in the building that could accommodate my carriage were the really really nice ones that just happened to have a larger seat pan, an independent-spring back, adjustable arms and six casters instead of four.  Furthermore, since I was a temp, I could theoretically work in anyone’s cube at any time so all the chairs had to stay instead of just mine.  Further proof I work with geniuses.