Stay Physically Healthy While Going INSANE with HUSKY Workbench
Hey, Friend —
This past year, many working professionals have adapted to perform their duties from home. They’ve had to pivot with their companies, and, most of the time, haven’t received enough credit for it.
But there’s also something else. Something that damages the working relationships of many in this country today.
Too many people don’t have a quality work space in their home.
Whether you work full-time from home or not, chances are your boss asks you to perform tasks outside the office. Should you be doing that? Well, that’s between you and your boss. We’re here to talk about reality.
For many people, this means saddling up at the kitchen table, or lapping-it on the couch with a Macbook. It doesn’t provide for a good work space. I know I used to cramp up from being hunched over my laptop for so many hours. I resented my whole department, everyone I worked with, even my family, because of it.
Anyway, if you’re working from home, and you need a desk to work from, let me tell you something — I have it.
That’s right.
I’m going to show you how to ease the pain of slaving away at your job from home.
But I’m not going to sell you some crazy-expensive monstrosity. No way. You don’t need that. No one needs that.
What you need is reliability, functionality, and comfort. The HUSKY workbench has that.
A workbench? What are you, stupid? How am I supposed to form pivot tables on that?
In one word: effortlessly.
The finished wood top is quality. Only the best craftsmen use it. You’re telling me you need something better than a craftsman? Come on.
Lastly, it converts into a standing desk. Oh yeah. And don’t worry about the motor running out, because there is no freaking motor. This thing is pure, American hand-crank.
Yeah, that might seem like a pain, but you’re getting a standing desk. Isn’t health the top priority, here? What, so you want the health benefits of a standing desk, but also want to be a lazy shit and not have to crank it up yourself? Jesus Christ.
OK, OK, I’m getting unhinged. It’s just been so long, you know? I feel like I don’t know the world anymore. Not that I ever traveled, anyway.
You know what, that’s it, first thing I do after this is over is buy a plane ticket to Morocco. Like I always wanted to. You hear that, dad? I’m really doing it this time.
This might be weird to ask but, do you want to come with me? Not, like, in a romantic way or anything, just two people who need a getaway?
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All right, I don’t work for HUSKY. You got me, OK, Jenny? It’s Todd, from high school. Remember that September night at the Jersey Shore in ’99, when we got ice cream from Strollo’s and you told me I looked just like the singer from Bush? It was just a passing little quip — you were probably just kidding — but I still listen to glycerin sometimes, driving down my crappy suburban street, desperately trying to snatch back that moment — even just for a minute.
Don’t let the days go by …
