The revolution demands: Rise up. And desks heed the call. Enough of sitting idle, standing still, holding steady at 29 1/2 inches above the carpeting. Now: They rise.
Which comes as a surprise to the home-office worker. Alone with coffee and kitchen table, she had no idea this rebellion was brewing. Concerning office furniture, she is not, as they say, woke.
She drops by the office office and notes that her desk hums with a new kind of energy. Specifically: electricity. It has sprouted buttons. One touch, and it levitates.
The worker frowns. She sees where this is going. Her desk is urging her, too, to rise, to click and keyboard while standing, or — worse — running. She prefers the chicken approach — stroll, peck, and for work: nest.
Struggling to snag a receding packet of sticky notes, she brushes the buttons. The desk whirs, its legs telescope and it crouches down, below the plane formerly known as desk height, to that of an ottoman.
The worker clucks and settles. She likes this new, low desk. It accommodates some of her favorite work poses: foot on desk, elbows on desk, forehead on desk. Maybe revolution isn't all bad. Didn't that famous one come with cake?