Not really digging the new office location... sigh
Crackheads and knife wielding maniacs everywhere. No parking. Have to take public transportation where everything smells like week-old urine. The office is extremely open, cold, drafty, and noisy. It's going to be very distracting.
At least the internet is fast as fuck, and there's lots of places to eat in the area (if you dare to brave the masses of human trash lumbering around outside). Also, we have these cool desks that raise and lower with the press of a button, so you can sit or stand, and they can remember four different height settings.
Even still, the filth of humanity will surely test the depth of my sanity in this place. Downtown Seattle can suck a giant, crusty, herpes-sore-embellished nutsack, gnawing lovingly on its leathery rind. If not for all its festering, soul destroying, diseased and decrepit occupants meandering about, Seattle might just scrape by as slightly more charming than a ball of moist, moldy pubic hair from an elderly man living under a bridge. I wouldn't be surprised if I actually see that sometime today. #dontmovehere