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Work: how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...part 2

I've just finished the second week of my new job. I realise that my employers and I are still in the honeymoon stage, but so far, so very good.

If I could have designed a work environment to my own specification, I couldn't have done much better than this.

Great clients, great office, great location. A subsidised masseuse visits once every two weeks. The booze comes out every Friday at 5pm. We wear jeans. There's a roof terrace with the promise of summer barbeques. 80% of the staff smoke. I'm due to compete in the inter-office darts championships next week. We have a celeb-spotting journal. The office is known for its legendary parties. I have a brand new Rolodex and lots of nice pens to feed my stationary fetish. My desk has a name. I mean, seriously, what more could a modern woman want?

But all this aside, it's the people that really do it for me. They're the most creative, educated, savvy, intelligent and irreverent group of PR people I have ever had the pleasure of working with. They're absolutely brilliant - and they're very, very good at what they do.

Oh, and they seem to like me too, which can only be an additional point in their favour. :-)

Yep, I'm walking on air.

Comments

Anonymous said…
good god, a company that brings in a subsidized MASSEUSE?! paradise! and jeans! happy hour fridays! a roof terrace! (ok, this is ridiculous, now i'm just parroting your post.) i'm delighted for you and can't wait to hear more tales from the office. might you divulge the name of your desk? i'm guessing enid or nigel.
Kelly said…
Jealous of you.
Bec said…
Sounds like heaven. Do they ever sponsor fabulously dedicated and creative Australians who'd love to bring the kids to London for a couple of years?!?
Kate B. said…
I know, it's unbelievably cool, isn't it? Plus they're really supportive on a personal level - they were very helpful during the nanny hunt. I didn't think companies like this existed outside my imagination.

I'll let you know when they're hiring :-)
I'm there if only for the masseuse. Sounds like a nice daily vacation from home!
Anonymous said…
hallooo?

where are you two?

i miss your hilarious-and-at-times-acerbic posts!

i hope all is well in manhattan and london, and that you're both just really busy, no ill children, etc.
Manhattan Mama said…
Hi Bangkok!
YLM has been busy with the new job, and I have been at odds with my computer and fighting my browser software which apparently decided to not work with Blogger. (That would be Safari for anyone interested -- I am now a Mozilla fan!) Anyway, we're back -- posts to appear VERY shortly!)

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