Hobart :: The Antagonizer
Boss calls me in for a one-on-one. It’s about Dennis. Boss sits in a Herman Miller Prestige. A gorgeous piece of equipment. I sit in a tiny plastic chair that is pink and meant for toddlers. I could tell you everything there is to know about the Herman Miller Prestige. I fall asleep most every single night reading the website. It was designed by sixty PhDs. It cost well over a million dollars to develop. Its reticulated four-layer mesh shimmers like wet leaves. Its ballast sighs like the sea. It is a perfect chair. “Fuck you,” Boss says, expansively. He means to educate me. “Fuck you,...
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