In college, I spent two years as a dorm proctor, meaning that I sat in the lobbies of buildings for hours at time, making sure nobody went in or out without proper identification. It was a thankless position, especially when I was stuck behind a desk for seven hours with little to do, trying not to fall asleep to the sound of whirring fans. There was usually a little room to walk around, though, and when nobody was around, I would do stretches, pace a bit, and stand up and get feeling back in my legs. I wasn’t stuck to the chair; at least I could move, even if I wasn’t allowed to leave.
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