I’m back once again to complain about my chair. As I said in my last post my very expensive rise and recline chair has broken less than two years after I paid over £800 for it.
I tried to persuade myself that repairing or replacing it wasn’t a priority but my legs disagree with me and I’ve been in a lot more pain. When I say a lot I might not mean the same thing that you mean by a lot. I mean that I’ve gone from a level of pain that I can stand without recourse to painkillers while still taking some exercise, to taking a max dose of painkillers, barely being able to walk and not being able to sleep for the itching and the tenderness.
Fortunately we did have some money saved. It was saved to replace my other half’s busted desktop computer so I was reluctant to spend it but it’s becoming clear that we need to repair my chair.
Wouldn’t it be nice if things were that simple. It turns out that we can’t just get it repaired. It has to be sent back to the manufacturer. Only the retailer, once we finally got hold of the retailer, is claiming that it’s no longer under warranty. This means that our options appear to be to bodge a repair ourselves, which probably won’t be safe, or buy an entirely new chair, which we can’t afford.
There is still some hope. The manufacturer seems to think that the chair is still under warranty so it might be possible to get it repaired/replaced. I don’t really expect that to work. I expect that the retailer will wriggle out of it and I’ll be stuck with my broken chair and my painkillers.
Once again I find myself wondering just what it is that I’m supposed to do. What does the world want? How am I supposed to get over this? Which just shows you the inherent weakness in the gamer mindset. There’s this underlying assumption at the heart of my thinking that says that there must be some way to overcome this challenge. That’s because in games there usually is some way to win. It’s built into the game.
But life isn’t a game. There’s no designer. No grand plan. No built in way to beat it. I’m not supposed to do anything.
It’s hard to stop thinking like that. I think it’s part of the bundle of assumptions that come with the myth that we live in a meritocracy. I’m an intelligent person. Surely if I just work hard and pay attention I’ll be able to prosper and succeed.
We do not live in a meritocracy. Money and connections count for far more than hard work and talent. There is no level playing field. If you’re disabled it’s a struggle just to get to the starting line. If you’re sick it’s a struggle to move when the gun goes off. If you’re a woman or a person of colour then you have additional hurdles to leap and if you’re born poor you’re running an entirely different race with a much shittier prize.
And yet I’m still sitting here blaming myself for not being able to work out how to fix this chair with the resources available to me.
And after all that whining if you fancy reading something more entertaining and you’re curious about my writing why not check out this post on my author blog about ‘Project Kindness’.