I scored a couch and a refrigerator from the leftover-furniture pile, so my new home away from home is looking more and more like a home. Which might not be so bad when I'm stuck at the office working advertising magic until late in the evening.
So far my only complaint here is all the ambient noise. There are no completely enclosed offices and there is a manifest dearth of carpeting—so conversations and ringing phones and high heels on cement floors and slamming drawers and music all waft around the building in a cacophony of distraction.
But the space is too cool, the neighborhood is very downtown Chicago, I'm now a block away from my favorite fast food and my commute is waaaay more convenient, so I'm pretty psyched about working here.