I love my job.
Yes, after innumerable temp assignments, several permanent jobs, and a double-handful of part-time/evening/weekend/second jobs, I have found one I want to keep. I made my mother happy this evening by bringing her all my benefits paperwork and having her help me pick out a health plan, dental plan, and 401K deposit total.
I have an hour for lunch, and I can take my laptop to the hidden staff lounge downstairs (off limits to students and other interlopers) to write. Yesterday while I was there, another woman came in and sat at the other table. I braced myself to have to talk to her, but she was silent: she was reading.
Revisions are going swimmingly. Strange that I'm pulling poor Kristof backwards through a hedge, so to speak, while I'm unexpectedly quite happy in real life. Now if I'd only get my first paycheck before June 30.