When I asked for a new chair, I was told: "We could buy you one, but let's get one from surplus instead."
My new-to-me chair won't move up or down. I have a choice of sitting on the floor, or sitting hunched over like Bartleby the Scrivener, banging my knees into the edge of my desk. I should have kept Old Chair. At least, I knew what I had with Old Chair.
"Let's get you back on that surplus list. Maybe another batch of chairs will turn up soon. "
Guess I will be heading over to the local Office Despot to shell out some hard earned summer school money.