If you've read my posts for a while you'll realize that my cup is usually half-empty. I have a rather resigned view of this world and its prospects. In fact, one of the reasons that I'm an atheist is that I believe any half-decent god would have a done a better job. (And I don't buy the argument that the maker works in mysterious ways. It's the lamest excuse for incompetence). To cut a long story short I'm a cynic. But there are some days when even I'm forced to think again.
I have a rather uncomfortable chair at work. And I'm mindful about picking up those back conditions that seems to ail so many of my brethren. So I keep changing the settings of my chair in an effort to spread my risks. Yesterday, I even tried sitting on the floor for a bit. While I was doing that one of the guys from the housekeeping gang enquired if he could help. I thanked him politely. I assumed that he was just making small talk. This morning the dude had left a beanbag in my place.
I guess I'll keep the hope for a little bit longer.