My name should've been Trouble

I don't know what it is about getting into trouble but I seem to be very good at it. I feel like there's a hidden camera somewhere and my life is a real life sitcom.

I'm beginning to think that Lucy on I Love Lucy has met her match.

My department moved into new offices this past week...swanky and very nice. With that came new office furniture. The maintenance manager purchased chairs that were ergonomically designed for extreme comfort and for the tune of $800.00 apiece. I spent a whole day pushing buttons and trying to figure it out and yep, it was pretty comfy!

Yesterday, I slid under the desk a bit too much and pulled the chair back out to discover a large hole/rip on the leather armrest. I was devastated and broke out into a sweat. So, I did the best thing I could think to do and that was to bring in some leather repair glue. While my co-workers were away from the office, I attempted to cover the ergonomic guts coming out of it. I tested out my glue job and then did what armrests are for....rested my arms...right on the recently glue spot. I lifted up to discover that my armrest was now not only still torn but covered in glued on white fuzz from my "festive" sweater. My next thought is to get a black marker and color the ergo guts so that they won't be too noticeable but with my luck, the marker would end up a totally different color than the armrest.

Hmmmm...maybe I can sneak out the chair and have an upholsterer take a stab at it...nah. I think I'm just gonna have to take the heat on this one.