Service
Disastrously, my chair has broken. The wonderful shiny new chair, which I had lovingly constructed and molded to fit my posterior through months of use sadly wasn't up to the task, and one of the castors split in two.

Rather than get a new castor, I'm to have a whole new chair, whilst my old faithful friend is sent to the great chair graveyard (or the bin as it is otherwise known).

After a few days preying on the unsuspecting chairs of colleagues gone on holiday my new chair arrived today.

I gleefully carried it upstairs, and opened the box of delights before me - no wizened old man and episodes of shrinking for me, instead I find screws and castors everywhere as some of the packaging appears to have split in transit. Unpeturbed I remove the parts from the box and conduct a quick roll call of parts. Base: check; Back: check; Castors * 6: check; Screws * 12; No - only ten have survived the journey: Washers * 4; No - not one of them has made it.

I mention the missing parts to my colleague who ordered the chair, and a quick phone call to the manufacturers requesting the absent parts is met with the surly suggestion that we go and buy the missing bits from a DIY store. Needless to say this was not the desired response, and the chair is now repackaged and will be winging it's way back to the manufacturer post haste.

The wait for a chair to call my own (again) continues...
- posted by Paul @ 3:37 pm