After all. I have a job that doesn't suck. If I hadn't learned the ultimate rule of never going into job detail on LJ I would expand a lot more, but even so. I'm valued for what I know as much as how well I can do what they hired me for. The people aren't cunts and even better aren't pathologically stupid yet getting paid more than me. There are people I disagree with and people I don't like, but I don't have to work around them normally. And even with an hour's commute, we've a nice shiny new place to work.
And... fuckit, I live in Edinburgh now. A lifetime goal. There are people that I know and that know me (I'm still adapting to that, eighteen months of near-solitude in Hull hasn't yet been fully undone). I look to the right as I leave my front door and there's Arthur's Seat. Right there. I live in this city, at long last, and that alone is a reason to be happy.
Things could be a heck of a lot worse. They aren't. Given that it may appear that they are when Trog Mode kicks in on Monday, I just thought I'd remind people before the fact.
Right. Off to the pub.