I’ve been arguing with my workstation for months on end before I decided to ditch it and get me a new model.
I couldn’t find a ready-made desk of the size I needed and with the specifications I wanted, so I went extravagant and got my new desk custom-made. It cost about the same as a regular one from the shop. It’s a more spacious and more ingenious copy of my old desk. The desk maker (cabinet maker?) proved to be a man of great insight and fantasy, because he managed to read my crooked hand-drawn sketch of my desired desk and make it just as I wanted.
My new chair I didn’t get custom-made but got it online. It’s quite badass and allows for a number of different positions. I like positions. I take weird positions on my chair, typically sitting cross-legged or squatting. I’m weird. I didn’t explain why I didn’t want armrests to be mounted on the chair when the guys brought it in and assembled it for me. Armrests aren’t compatible with the cross-legged position.
The best thing about everything is that I miraculously managed to get rid of the old furniture for half its original price. I was advised a good site for second-hand items trading and I sold both the old chair and the old table in quite a short time. I even sold the old chair before I got the new chair, so I spent three days crouching precariously on a foldable stool. I consider myself lucky that I didn’t break any bone or lose any teeth while using it. Something to hate the least today.