My office Having escaped the clutches of the Evil Shipping Company, I find myself once more working for a dotcom, and once more working in London. Yay on both points, I think, as this dotcom should manage to break even before imploding, for a change Swanky offices, swank swank swank...all on one floor, with our own café in it an stuff. Rotary toast maker. Big Empty Space. Turbo Lifts. Glass and metal everywhere. Watching the sun set over the Thames was beautiful. Watching it set over the Thames from three floors up through an entirely glass wall from my desk was exceptional. I may have to stay there until sunset every day Big company. Groovy computer. Shit monitor with the “Windows 2000” login message burned into the screen. Suspect sneaky manager has half inched my one as she has the bottom half of the crappy Compaq combo, whereas I have a bottom half that matches her sleek and sexy flat panel. Spose I’ll let her off, as she did choose me for the job an all... Apparently my competition was quite mad, Swedish and covered in tattoos and they’re hoping to get him in to do some contracting in the coming months. Hope there’s no hard feelings or owt Commute is miles better. Well, literally really, as it’s not in feckin Surrey. Rah. Lots of tube time for reading Asked about business cards, as I was given a thing to fill in to obtain them if my manager deemed I needed them. She said she didn’t think I would need them, she didn’t have any and I’d probably not be doing anything client facing...but that I could have them if I really wanted them. I said that was fine, and that last time I had them I just handed them out to people in bars and she replied with “No then, I know the kinda bars you go to” I think I’m gonna like it here...