The grind part II

My new* job is about as good as 40 hours a week can possibly be.

• I’ve managed to be pretty dang organized. (It helps when you get to start from scratch, and you don’t inherit someone else’s disorganization.)
• Multitasking rocks.
• We can have a heated work discussion involving raised voices and cussing** and then we’re all still friends two minutes later.
• I found out that you can listen to too much NPR.
• Try Pandora.com and love it.
• I went to Italy for a month and still had a job when I got back.
• It takes 10 minutes to drive to work, including dropping Mark off.
• All-expenses paid trip for a conference in L.A. ...what?!
• I can wear jeans.
• Or shorts.
• And T-shirts.
• Chacos every. single. day.
• I pretty much come and go when I please as long as I total 40 hours a week.
• Did I mention I went to Italy for a month? Is that crazy or what!?
• Office politics? The politics around here involve who can talk loudest in the staff meeting.
• Projects, projects, projects. I do projects all day long.
• Can you say Adobe CS3? I’m in love.
• I have zero formal training in what I do, but it’s what I love to do, and I get paid to do it, and every day I learn something new. It's a beautiful cycle.
• Humans are not meant for little windowless offices with buzzing fluorescent lights, but when I’ve got my own music, the ability to shut the door, and no one cares that I never turn on the light anyway, I’ll take it.
• They decided to add fish to my fishbowl:

• Office pranks abound (like the toilet papering, stuffing a couch into the little office, messing with shortcuts on the computer, and an asbestos warning waiting for me when I got back from vacation):

I’m pretty happy here.

*new being newER. Um, 5 months new.
**Though tempting, I never cuss.