poor man, poor attitude, poor circulation

ooooh! owwww! oy vey.
mike's sciatic nerve is KILLING HIM. you see, he is a temporary employee at a bustling (read: more desolate than dave coulier's condom drawer) wall st. firm, and he spends a good part (read: interminably long stretches) of his day sitting in a standard (read: ancient, mystery-stained shitbench) office chair. recently, his left leg had been throbbing, with a pulsing discomfort stretching from the back of his upper thigh to the back of his knee.
could it be his body is telling him something? is it time to employ his extraordinarily expensive education on a career that requires movement, and possibly provides health insurance not paid for by his mommy?