Many moons ago I had a job with a private office. Brass nameplate on the door. I asked the intern who sat at a desk outside in the hall to kick me if I ever started acting all-pretentious-like. She agreed with great enthusiasm, but thankfully I kept a solid head about me.

I had the most ridiculously comfy couch in my office. Blue, threadbare, worn-in. Every time anyone sat down in it I warned them that they were going to fall asleep if they stayed there too long. Without fail, I'd hear wood sawing after a manner of minutes. Vendors, colleagues, the CIO, the CEO, my wife dropping by to visit, that couch was insidious.

Love it!

The one we had was pretty great too, but not quite as intoxicatingly good as yours.

But, it had a big, brass buddha at one end. Rub the belly for good karma...

This thread is getting me to seriously consider another one. Just started a new company and we all know how that is. A comfy couch might be just the thing.