Hello. My name is Audrey (well, not really, but that’s another story), and I’m a compulsive workstation tweaker.
I’m twenty-eight years old, and I have been using computers and their associated peripherals for over twenty years. I experienced the fingertip-numbing onset of RSI pain in college about ten years ago, and I’ve been actively tweaking my workstation setup since then in a quixotic quest to elude manual incapacitation.
What I’m here to tell you is that the perfect workstation is a journey rather than a destination. The nature of the work, the ergonomic capabilities of the devices, and the weaknesses of the body are constantly evolving. So, too, must the workstation.
Boy, could I tell you some stories! (And, boy, could I sell you a lot of ergonomic snake oil!) I’ve got a basement full of my workstation’s evolutionary dead ends that I’d love to sell you. Hey, just because it didn’t work for me doesn’t mean it couldn’t work for you.
But I’m not here today to tell you stories, or to sell you cool stuff out of my basement. I’m here because Glenn Fleishman via Lex Friedman seeks pictures of treadmill workstations. So here’s mine, circa July 2011:
There is a story to go with every piece of hardware in this hacked-together workstation of mine. But I will let you ask the questions, if you’re so inclined.
Of course, since I’m always ahead of the curve as far as workstations go (I was an old hand at the standing workstation in 2006; dude, I was already barefoot running in my 1st-gen Vibrams at that point), treadmill desks are already passé in my world. The future in workstations is mobile! Although reality hasn’t yet caught up to the sensory augmentation-assisted workstations in my science fiction novel Realms Unreel, I’m still chasing the dream. Right now, my preferred workstation involves walking laps around my dining room table, a stylus in one hand and my iPad (1) wrapped around the other hand with its Apple case, writing the scenes of my next novel in longhand to be converted into text by my new friend 7notes and synced to my computer with Evernote, whence I’ll transfer stuff to Scrivener for spit and polish.
I can’t even imagine how I’m going to be writing by this time next year.