Why my new job kicks ass:

1. It's not my old job.
2. It's conveniently located across the street from Fairyland
3. I get to ride BART every day, giving me 40 minutes to sit and read or do nothing. You can't beat that.
4. The people kick ass. It's a lot like the good old days at beyond, though without quite as much flatulence (though a co-worker has Thoma's sweaty palms predicament that often results in brown keybards and the like, my current co-worker solves this with keyboard condoms).
5. Travelling to a different city 40 miles from home is like going to a new world every day for part of the day, then returning to my exciting life in San Jose.

I don't want to be like one of those people who, after a breakup, spends hours telling everyone who will listen how much their ex sucks, how dumb they are, how they didn't like short hair, long hair, didn't like the right kind of sex thing, wasn't this, wasn't that, when really you can hear how they're defending the choices they made (starting the relationship to begin with, though they had a suspicion it would end badly, to cheat, to walk away, to be an asshole). So I won't.

But I'm a shitload happier now. My old job was wrong for me and everyone around me. We all knew it, I'm just glad it's over and I'm here, with my confidence restored, on the shores of lovely Lake Merritt, mere steps from Fairyland.