I really like my new job. I mean, as much as I'd like any job. It's still not what I'd choose to do with my time if I didn't have to work, but it's truly a nice gig. My boss is a cute young guy who I think I've seen a total of 30 minutes since I started--perfect--and I have an adorable little BFF in the cubicle next to me. (Of course no one compares to my 25-year-old BFF, Joe, from my last job.)
I'm guessing my new friend is in her early 30's, though she could pass for 19. She's a beautiful girl and I don't mean hot-chick Vegas-tits beautiful; I'm talking fresh-air Ivory girl beautiful. Sometimes when she's explaining stuff to me about the project I'm working on, all I can think is, "Do you have any idea how lucky you are?" But I don't think she has a clue that she's gorgeous. She just acts like a sweet, normal girl.
The minute I met her, I thought, "Oh, that's why I'm here," meaning I knew right away we were meant to be friends. And the funny thing is, last week at lunch she expressed that exact sentiment.
I really believe that most of the time work simply provides a structure for the universe to get a bunch of people together; the work itself is secondary, even inconsequential. I've made so many dear friends, people I expect to know for the rest of my life, through the corporate environment. Even though 90 percent of the time I could not give one shit about the work. Doesn't matter--it's all perfect.
I feel incredibly lucky.
How about you? Have you made some friends for life through work?
And given a choice, would you rather be Vegas hot or Ivory girl beautiful?