So I started a new job.
They were in the middle of preparing for a couple of events so my first few days were atypical and I was mostly out of the office: coordinating with venues, arranging for catering, and shopping for various things.
On my first day they sent me out with their credit card to shop for chocolate.
I’ll say that again.
THEY GAVE ME A CREDIT CARD AND SENT ME TO A CHOCOLATE SHOP.
That’s like sending a gambling addict to a racetrack with a blank cheque.
The building I work in is very appealing. It’s an old warehouse that has been converted to offices, galleries and interesting shops. The original wide plank squeaky wood floors are intact and most of the offices are occupied by non-profit organisations like the one I’m working for.
Leaving via the back door there is a view of parking lot, back alley, a hotel, a crane and the tower: