My Job.
You know those dot com jobs you hear about, with the impossibly cool bosses, and the unrestrictive dress codes, and the nerfgun fights, and the foozball tables? I work at that job, and I love it. I've never worked in a place where I felt so welcomed and where I fit so well.
So today, we had our annual departmental meeting. At the bowling alley/go-kart/laser tag/mini-golf emporium. With an open bar. And a taco buffet. Sipping draft beer, my boss and I decided on what new skills I was going to learn this year, and the possibility of my taking classes or a seminar or something to get me started on that path.
I love my job.
Oh man...I love your job too. Can I work there?
If you're willing to move to Kalamazoo...