We have something in common, Donald and me. Also Nabokov and Winston Churchill and Benjamin Franklin and Leonardo Da Vinci and, oh, let’s just throw in Virginia Woolf for gender balance and whatnot… I use a standing desk. Actually, I use an “adjustable height” desk but I’ve been the proud owner of my standing desk for four months now and have not used the sitting option once.
We’ve already established that I can be a pain in the ass, so I won’t hector you with all the reasons you’re 3,000 times less likely to drop dead tomorrow and how your mood and sex life and depleted checking account and rolls of fat will all magically reconstitute themselves if you just go to GeekDesk.com and buy this thing. No, I am merely going to tell you that I’m quantifiably more productive (and possibly even just a smidge more creative) since the switch.
Due to my improved attention span issues (because who wants to waste time standing?) I have also seen, in consequence, an approximately 50 percent reduction in online Sephora purchases. (Alright, 25 percent. A shiny, space-alien named “Dr. Brandt” just hoodwinked me into buying the highest concentration of Retinol currently available
from a quack over the counter.) Cheers!