First, there's my boss, who treats me like a human being, actively seeks and seems to value my opinion, and gives me free reign. He'll give me a broad outline of what needs to be done, but he'll leave it up to me to decide when and how, and supports me in those decisions. He's so far removed from Jobsworth in his attitude to managing people, it's unreal.
Secondly, there's the job itself. It's a responsible one, with real content, and varied. I have to come at it from different angles all the time, using all my brainpower (what little I have of it), and use all my people skills, and that's something I really enjoy doing.
My colleagues all are nice enough, but very hardworking, too - you'll never hear a peep out of them while they're at their desks. That suits me fine, as I tend to be a bit of a work horse myself, but it's different to what I've experienced before. We were always chattering away at hp, or at my previous job. And I can't get used to the "we'll all congregate to the middle of the floor and munch on our home-made sarnies for half an hour starting from noon"-type of lunchbreak they've got going. I want to go out and stretch my legs, especially now that the days are getting sunnier. And so I do; I don't care if they think me unsociable in that respect. Not that anyone's said anything to that effect yet...but I can almost hear them think it.
This week, our European manager came to visit. He set the tone quite early on, by tripping over his own feet in reception and falling flat on his face, with all of us looking on in shock and embarrassment and some of us trying desperately not to laugh.
Later that day, he poured himself a coffee, turned around and walked straight into a glass partition. He said he was okay, and lucky he still had his carrier case with him...and then he stripped and changed his clothes right there where everyone could see him! And him, not cast in the mould of Aidan Turner or Richard Armitage or any other fit celebrity of choice!
So it was with something of a sigh of relief that we said goodbye to him, only to have to say hello to him again a few hours later, as his plane had broken down and his flight was delayed for 10 or 12 hours.