It has to do with sex. Duh.
I don't feel as guilty if I accidentally say "retarded" (which is really once in a blue moon).
I get to work downtown, which means good walks at lunch, and not starving if I forget my lunch.
The building I work in has art hung all over the place.
Options of where I want to grab my morning coffee.
The people I work with are genuinely awesome.
I feel valued.
My boss and I are on the same page about most things, and we both enjoy bad TV.
No one cares if I'm 10 minutes late.
I'm totally okay with staying late or putting in extra time in the evenings or weekends.
There's also a cat in the building named Clarence.
There is a vinyl store here, and they usually play decent music.
I don't have time to spend countless hours online goofing off (still, sometime, but near as much as before).
People tell me when I'm doing a good job.

1 came

I'm glad you're happy! We'll have to celebrate with another movie night, but we'll wait until something decent is playing.

The J-Spot

Site navigation (handy, non?)