New Beginnings...

I haven't typed anything on this page for so long, I doubt anyone is still out there. Here goes all the same. 
I recently got myself a new job. Best news ever. 
For the past 2 years I have been working alongside my partner in a place that can only be described as the lower recesses of hell. Yet, for some strange reason, as much as I am saying to everyone "Oh I cannot wait to get started in my new job and get out of here" there is a part of me that is going to be very sad in 2 days. 
I got this job because my last employment wasn't working out at all and I was left with nothing. I asked my better half if there were any jobs going at the place she was working. Having worked there before and known some of the folks there I was quite happy to go there for a wee while until I found something new. A couple of weeks later, I did just that. It's been 2 years now and here I am. Bit more than a stopgap ay? 
I started working (I am sorry I'm not saying the name by the way. I don't want to get anyone, or myself, into bother) and just slipped right into the routine. I had previously been there many a year ago when I was at college, so I sort of knew the job as well. It was just very "Keep your head down, have a small bit of banter and get on with it" for some time. But something strange happened. I started to enjoy it. I don't know if it was because I had been in something so radically different, than what I was used to, before and now the smell of familiarity was spurring me on or the fact that I was just keeping myself busy for a change? All I know is that regardless of it being slightly monotonous and severely boring, I was happy.
I can never think of actual specific moments, I just know that one big thing that helped in getting by in that place was the people. I think that a sense of all of us being equally lost, miserable and under paid, kind of brought us together. 
Despite all of my complaining about the place, I don't think I could imagine the past 2 years anywhere else. If things ever got bad in the real world, I found myself turning to the people that I worked with for support or cheering up and many of them were there to give it. Every time. Without a doubt. Regardless of how much some folks pissed me off or my other half and I had a good moan about things, somehow, it was made all the better by having this band of misfits around. All brought together by the same shitty place of work. 
You know what as well, it's genuinely been sad to say goodbye to some of the folks that left in the time I've been there as well. I have seen the ones I wanted to after they left of course. There is a certain hole where some of those other ones used to be though. 
I'm sitting here with only 2 more days to go and although I am mega excited to move on and make a hell of a go at my next venture in life, I'm sad. I'm not as sad about leaving, just more that I have to close a massively important chapter in my life and start a new. The blank page is a very scary prospect.
We have been so much over this past 2 years and came out the other side fighting and smiling. I have learned so much about myself and feel that I have honed my life skills so much more for having been there. My tastes have changed, my outlook to life has changed, my entire perspective on near enough everything has changed radically and all because I have been in this place.

There have been great nights out, arguments, unforgettable moments, plenty of extremely forgettable moments and a hell of a lot of laughs. 
It's been hard, it's been easy, it's been fun, it's been aggravating, beautiful, crazy, manic, depressing, hilarious, inspiring, tear jerking, but above all life changing.
I have met some of the best people I will come across in my lifetime in one of the worst places to ever work in our lifetime. 

I can't thank everyone enough for making the past 2 years worth it. They all know who they are, what they did and how much they mean to me. (If they ever read this)
From the bottom of my heart... Thank you. 


Also, get it up ye!