I just met my friend Stina for a drink. The whole time, she kept having to field phone calls from the HR manager at her company, which she was only vaguely apologetic about. Turns out that some of her staff have been complaining about the ergonomics (or lack thereof) of the office furniture, and she’s looking to get the situation dealt with before she’s profiled by a major lifestyle magazine next month.
It seems that it’s possible to hire a physiotherapist to carry out a workplace ergonomic assessment and give their recommendations. That’s what Stina was trying to organise, apparently. Well, Moorabbin physiotherapy clinics can’t be that hard to get in touch with, can they? Just line up the assessment and order in the new chairs or whatever – throw some money at the situation and stop working during happy hour.
Those were my thoughts on the matter, anyway. I think there might have been more to it – Stina’s finance department was involved somewhere in the mix. At any rate, it’s great that Stina cares to attend to the ergonomic situation (even if she is only doing it out of fear of what this magazine will write about her if she doesn’t), but she needs to start prioritising her own physical health as well.
For example, she keeps complaining of a knee issue, which probably isn’t helped by her penchant for sky-high stilettos – so not ergonomic. Then there’s the fact that she tends to sleep no more than five hours a night. That can’t be great for the wellbeing, can it? I’ve tried convincing her to come with me to the remedial massage clinic, Cheltenham being on her way home from the office. It’s not like she’d have to go out of her way. But she never seems to get around to it.
Now, if we could have martinis during the massage, that might be another story. I’m sure Stina would be down. But it’s good to be able to take in what your physical therapist is saying with a clear head, and I suppose cocktails aren’t exactly conducive to that.