I am fully ensconced in my new surroundings. I have a hand-me-down cubicle under extremely bright fluorescent lights. I'm catty-corner to the Citibank building, which will mean I won't have to fork over all those fees at bodega ATMs all over the city. Also there appears to be a Dunkin Donuts next door, which means when I move I will have a DD at both ends of my commute. Who could ask for more?

This is an older-style office than my last place, no Flavia machines or sprawling open-plan layouts. On the plus side, for some reason my boss has to share an office with two other people. They get a window, but I won't be distracted by other people in my personal space. In fact, my cubicle is constructed so that somebody would have to come well into it before they see me (picture a very small laybrinth). And the cubicle walls are 6 feet tall, so I no longer have to suffer the "Kilroy" phenomenon in which passersby can peek into my space and catch me nodding off or brushing dandruff off my shoulder. Now if I can just get a locking door and a roof I'll be happy.

P.S. I also have one of those Aeron chairs, long the status symbol of fleeting Dotcom-era success. I don't know if this is a knockoff or what, but this thing isn't very comfortable at all.