My new job rocks. (I feel like I'm writing: Brinkley. Brinkley is my dog.)
Anyway, it does. I come there, people tell me I'm a genius (except Mary, the receptionist, who was told that I'm good at computers - ?), they laugh at my jokes, I laugh at their jokes, I get to talk to intelligent people all day, when I make dumb mistakes they are patient, etc., etc.
Plus, in a few weeks I am going to meet 70 new friends.