I sit tall
Mar. 18th, 2005 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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The ergonomics person came through this week and evaluated all of us. Apparently I sit tall. My chair is set at all the tallest settings, including lumbar support. This is what works perfectly for me because I apparently sit like someone who's 5'9". (If only I _were_ 5'9"!). In fact, I needed no adjustments to my work space. Yay me. Ergo guy was cheerful and chatty and thought it odd that I needed no adjustment. So he wanted to know what I do, i.e. what physical things I do.
Hmmm. That's hard to explain without seeming like a wack-job. But I did what I could to diffuse the weirdo-factor.
Me: "I go to the gym, I do martial arts, and I do aerobics."
Ergo, taking notes: "What kind of martial arts?"
Me: "Uhh, the full contact kind."
Ergo, more note taking: "Really! What style? I have friends that do that."
Me: "It's a full-contact, weapsons style and I wear about 50# of body protection."
Ergo: "Cool. What kind of weapons? Steal blades?"
Me: "Uh, no. That might cause real bleeding. We use wooden weapons."
Ergo: "Neat. Now, what kind of aerobics is that? We rate them differently depending on impact, etc."
Me, squirming: "Do you really need this information?"
Ergo: "Well, ... yes."
Me, sigh, whispering: "I belly dance, but could you keep that to yourself?"
Ergo, eyes big and taking more notes and reading it upside down, this includes notes on belly dance: "Really! Wow, I was at this restaurant last week and I hear there's dancing there. Where do you dance?"
Me: "I dance with friends and for friends at private functions. You won't ever see me dance at a restaurant because I only do one thing for money and that's my day job."
Ergo: "That's cool. So you dance ...hmmm" taking more notes.
I saw that he jotted down notes on martial arts and belly dance but nothing on the gym fitness. Hmm. He was very chatty and not freaked out, but I wonder who else sees his notes. Le sigh.
Speaking of martial arts, I fought last night. I got clubbed like a baby harp seal and continue to block with my hip. I have another bruise on top of last weeks bruise. Loverly. I hate my shield - while trying to block with it, it's trying to pivot around my arm. Before I drifted off to sleep last night I told the husband I needed a new shield. Mine is 15 years old and a piece of crap and it looks like he might try to make one for me. Also, everyone else is using square shields. What's with all the square shields? Anyway, then I tried using a center-grip round. (Well, it was really oval.) That killed my shoulders pretty quick. JT, (aka Eric the Red per my mom), worked with me some. That was really cool. He just kept throwing snaps and I kept trying to block and throw back. I seem to forget to use my hips to throw shots as soon as I start moving. Ah, well. I knew I was done when I was using my leg to jack up the shield to block. And then I wasn't even doing that, I was pivoting my body around the shield to sort of semi-dodge the blows. What a wimp I am! Although it is interesting to note that my body is trying to save me from myself.
Yeah, verily I am weak and untrained. However, time and persistence cures all: I'll either get better or get old and broken.
Well, at least I sit tall.
The ergonomics person came through this week and evaluated all of us. Apparently I sit tall. My chair is set at all the tallest settings, including lumbar support. This is what works perfectly for me because I apparently sit like someone who's 5'9". (If only I _were_ 5'9"!). In fact, I needed no adjustments to my work space. Yay me. Ergo guy was cheerful and chatty and thought it odd that I needed no adjustment. So he wanted to know what I do, i.e. what physical things I do.
Hmmm. That's hard to explain without seeming like a wack-job. But I did what I could to diffuse the weirdo-factor.
Me: "I go to the gym, I do martial arts, and I do aerobics."
Ergo, taking notes: "What kind of martial arts?"
Me: "Uhh, the full contact kind."
Ergo, more note taking: "Really! What style? I have friends that do that."
Me: "It's a full-contact, weapsons style and I wear about 50# of body protection."
Ergo: "Cool. What kind of weapons? Steal blades?"
Me: "Uh, no. That might cause real bleeding. We use wooden weapons."
Ergo: "Neat. Now, what kind of aerobics is that? We rate them differently depending on impact, etc."
Me, squirming: "Do you really need this information?"
Ergo: "Well, ... yes."
Me, sigh, whispering: "I belly dance, but could you keep that to yourself?"
Ergo, eyes big and taking more notes and reading it upside down, this includes notes on belly dance: "Really! Wow, I was at this restaurant last week and I hear there's dancing there. Where do you dance?"
Me: "I dance with friends and for friends at private functions. You won't ever see me dance at a restaurant because I only do one thing for money and that's my day job."
Ergo: "That's cool. So you dance ...hmmm" taking more notes.
I saw that he jotted down notes on martial arts and belly dance but nothing on the gym fitness. Hmm. He was very chatty and not freaked out, but I wonder who else sees his notes. Le sigh.
Speaking of martial arts, I fought last night. I got clubbed like a baby harp seal and continue to block with my hip. I have another bruise on top of last weeks bruise. Loverly. I hate my shield - while trying to block with it, it's trying to pivot around my arm. Before I drifted off to sleep last night I told the husband I needed a new shield. Mine is 15 years old and a piece of crap and it looks like he might try to make one for me. Also, everyone else is using square shields. What's with all the square shields? Anyway, then I tried using a center-grip round. (Well, it was really oval.) That killed my shoulders pretty quick. JT, (aka Eric the Red per my mom), worked with me some. That was really cool. He just kept throwing snaps and I kept trying to block and throw back. I seem to forget to use my hips to throw shots as soon as I start moving. Ah, well. I knew I was done when I was using my leg to jack up the shield to block. And then I wasn't even doing that, I was pivoting my body around the shield to sort of semi-dodge the blows. What a wimp I am! Although it is interesting to note that my body is trying to save me from myself.
Yeah, verily I am weak and untrained. However, time and persistence cures all: I'll either get better or get old and broken.
Well, at least I sit tall.
