I think I’ve gone through my weight in Advil this week. There’s been a lot of computer time and I’ve come to realize that I don’t have any place to write. You’d think I’d have this worked out by now, but…nope.
Obviously we have a desk and chair in the office, but on that desk is a decrepit old PC desktop. Besides the fact I’ve lost my tolerance for PCs since getting the Macbook in January, we’ve had a lot of issues with it and I don’t trust it.
I like working at the kitchen counter, but looking down at the monitor takes its toll after a while. Then there’s the dining room table. I actually bought a second office chair to help keep my wrists up off the sharp edges of the Mac, but I just can’t get the height and angles right.
Mostly I’ve been on the couch with the Macbook, but I’ve developed the bad habit of starting out with the Mac on the coffee table, with me hunched over it and getting lost in what I’m doing. By the time I realize I need to sit back and put my feet up with the Mac on my lap, my neck and back are shot.
There’s also a TV in the living room. Enough said about that.
So what I find myself doing is moving from place to place as my tolerance for each situation’s less than optimal conditions get to me, but it’s very easy to get distracted and do something else during those transitions.
The husband suggested I set the Macbook on the desk and use an external keyboard, but alternating between two keyboards in the keyboard drawer sounds like a pain in the butt.
I think I’m going to have to start lobbying a little harder for an iMac. It’s either that or a chiropractor!