Things have gone reasonably well. Since I settled into my corner cubicle we've put out 365 papers. I seem to have emerged with reputation relatively intact - a testimony to the value of the good copy editors who've caught my worst cases of foot in the mouth disease before they spread beyond the newsroom. All in all it's been a good move. After a year the parking is still free, the coffee is still good and they've gotten the green egg and ham sandwiches out of the vending machine.
Doughnuts show up regularly in the coffee room, and every now and again the boss buys lunch.
The pace of the place suits me. But working here, I can leave the house late enough to miss the morning traffic back up on Huff Street and still be one of the first guys into the office. Not only that, since joining corporate America, I've only had to wear a tie to work twice, but since the job took me to church both those days, they really don't count. I can't say everything's been perfect. I still prefer my Mac to Microsoft, but I can't get the company to redo its computer systems to suit me.