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.