I started a new job this week. It's always a worry, starting a new job.
I have worked in offices with lovely real coffee, and staff who knew how to froth milk; I have worked in an office where a jar of Nescafe was guarded angrily by a woman with her hair in a bun who wrote warning notes on the milkbottles.
I have worked on a freelance contract which allowed me to sit around a fantastic cafe all day with my laptop, sipping hot chocolate out of a French bowl. I have worked on a freelance contract where my 'office' was a cupboard. (You think I am exaggerating, and imagine a file storing room or other roomier environment. Don't. It was a CUPBOARD.)
This one is going to be fine, I think. There is real coffee, and I sit under a window. It has frosted glass and no view, but it is a window. I am not in a basement. The people are friendly and welcoming.
Whatever the job is - these are the few important things that, for me, make going to the office okay.