First day in the Chicago office and this is where it begins to feel like I work for a start-up. Three guys, a girl, and a mini fridge. Before I even had my computer open, I was rallying to get a Keurig. That request has been made to the powers that be (although I'm not entirely sure who "they" are).An hour after my arrival, I was waiting on keys to both the office and the women's restroom. It's a tenuous wait realizing that, should nature call, your best options are to hope another woman is heading in that direction (keep in mind that I only work with men) or heading down the block to Cosi.
In what was possibly a modern day miracle, by lunch time I had keys, a shelf and a wall installed at my desk, and had accomplished some real work. Granted, a shipping error meant that I was still missing a monitor, keyboard and mouse, but there was Fresca in the fridge as a reparation.I may have returned to the working world, but it feels nothing like the office routine that I've cycled through in the past. And that seems to be a good thing. It's only been one day in my new Chicago digs, but instead of heading for a rut it feels like I'm getting into a groove. There's somehow both a minor and a distinct difference between the two.
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