I recently read an article about a man who worked from home and sat at a desk all day. He was a gamer, so he continued to sit after work was over too. So basically J. The man in the article ended up getting a blood clot in his leg. He described, in excruciating detail, the medical problems he experienced and continued to experience years later, including still walking with a limp.
I texted J and told him we were getting him a sit-stand desk.
Ironically, I had just seen a sit-stand desk at Ikea that was fairly affordable. So the universe aligned.
First we had to get rid of our monstrous desk. Remember the monster (blog here)? I put it on Craigslist, thinking that a six foot long desk has a pretty limited, niche market, so it might take awhile to sell.
I got an email at 10:00 the next night. The guy wanted to know what time he could come over the next day.
So we got the desk out of the house the same way we got it in - through the window. At 10:00 at night. That's always fun.
The next day was Friday and I had to work. J texted me and told me that the guy was on his way over when I was out to lunch with a coworker. He was supposed to text me when the guy left. After about 20 minutes without a text, I was starting to get nervous. My coworker, Laura, understands that I can be neurotic about things. Like the fact that this Craigslist murder was at my house right now and my husband was in danger.
She very helpfully offered to drive by my house (we don't live far from work at all).
I thought it would be awkward to just walk up out of nowhere, so we did the next logical thing.
We did a stake-out.
The guy bought the desk and left. After he stood around talking, obviously flirting with J. He did the leaning thing. Laura saw it too. I really didn't blame him; J is a very attractive man. When he flashes his dimple-grin at you, say good-bye to your knees.
After I got off work we took my Mom and Dad out to dinner as a thank you, since my Dad (appropriately named Mr. Wonderful by my Mom) helped me replace my shocks and brakes.
Side note - the broken bolt ended up being a very good thing. My Dad did take Marcus the truck to the next door mechanic, and when he started working on my truck he noticed other issues that needed to be addressed. Normally I would be suspicious of a mechanic who told me I needed additional work done, but my Dad knows about that stuff and looked at my engine when it was taken apart and agreed with the mechanic. One of the issues could have put coolant in my engine oil which would have wrecked my engine, so I am very glad the bolt snapped. It took two weeks to get my truck back, but I can tell it drives so much better now. The guy did a really good job, and because he works out of his house, it was pretty cheap.
After dinner, we went to our neighbor's house. She had come over while I was at work and asked J what kind of vine we had in our front yard because it was very pretty. I'm pretty sure that was just a distracting compliment, because then she asked J if he knew anything about computers and would he be willing to take a look at hers. J was able to fix her computer, and she was so happy she teared up a little and told us thank you at least five times. Then gave us some strawberry bread and we went home.
The next day we hung out with one of the kids we're mentoring, ran some errands, trimmed a bush, washed my truck, and then hung out with Brian and Katelyn.
I have missed this little family. It helps that we like each others' children.
Osa is in heat. She has been clingy. I wonder if she doesn't feel good, like I don't when I'm on my period.
Sunday we went to a friends' surprise birthday party and then to Sunday night dinner at my family's house.
One day at work a coworker brought donuts. I got a donut for myself and one for J. My coworker (we shall call him Bruce), came up and told me he was going to take a bite of J's donut. I told him not to, that the donut was for J, and he could have a bite of the other donut because it was mine.
Bruce: You got a donut for J?
Me: Yes. He likes donuts and I like him.
Bruce (shook his head): If you were only single.
I texted J and told him about the exchange and then I told him I am a treasure.
Tuesday after work I was sitting watching TV and J was on his computer working. The power went out for three seconds. I don't know why; it wasn't storming. I continued watching TV and J continued working...or so I thought. It wasn't until awhile later that I got up to tell him a story. I was almost done with my story when I noticed he was really stressed out. I asked him what was wrong. When the power went out it shut off his computer and he was having problems accessing his work, which he keeps on a virtual machine. The worst part was that it shouldn't have happened. When his computer was on the desk in the office, it was plugged into a surge protector that doubles as a battery. If the power goes out, the computer is still powered by the battery and he would have had time to properly shut it down. But we hadn't bought a new desk yet, so he was temporarily set up at the kitchen table and didn't have his battery-surge protector.
Luckily he figured it out, but it took him a few extra hours. He's going to have to re-write code that wasn't backed up and do some other things that sounded a bit complicated, but it wasn't too large of a catastrophe.
The good news is that I've solved his cat problems. Lilly likes to walk across his keyboard and make trouble. I told J to put a box on the table. He didn't believe me.
He's still in shock that it worked.
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