First days in a new job are generally tedious and I’ve always enjoyed them about as much as root canal. Mercifully, today was a most pleasant exception. After the typical corporatespeak presentation (and I scare myself with how easily I assimilate all the HR claptrap), we set off to the building that will be my workplace sort of indefinitely. Talk about swank? Let’s just say that the people leasing a few floors to my new organisation are somewhat security conscious, and having a pass feels a bit like being given a key to the chocolate factory. Casual clothes are encouraged, email usage and personal calls are permitted, and there are plasma TVs and chill out rooms all over the place. Shifts will fit my life perfectly, and there’s a taxi home after working a late shift. The benefits are even sweeter than we had been promised, and if an office can be said to have a vibe, this one certainly works for me. PLUS, we’re on the twenty-third floor and the panoramic views of London would take your breath away.
I am dropping dead of exhaustion and thus my bed beckons. I owe emails left, right and centre and they will be responded to in due course. But with the impending visit of my bezzer, it may have to wait a while.