A year to make up

Tonight, Neil and I are doing something to celebrate. Neither of us are sure what activity is going to define our celebration — a good movie (I read Hellboy is now out on DVD), a big spread for dinner (I’m leaning towards another all-you-can-eat or Little Chilli), a night out… something.

On Monday morning, I start my new job, the first real job I’ve had since moving to Xiamen. I sent in a CV, went for an interview, a position was proffered, and I accepted. Then I went home and jumped up and down a lot.

It’s not The Economist or like anything I’ve ever done, there is no obsessive keeping up with the news and regional issues as with my previous job (which also provided great fodder for this website), but I think there will be a lot of writing and talking, challenges, unglamorous trudging around, and travel. I know there will be days when I’ll be pissed off, effing and blinding at everything that moves. The hours will be long, but I’ll be doing something with visible results.

I’ll need to start throwing good parties.

Thrilled doesn’t cover it. Ecstatic doesn’t cover it. I’ve been given a chance to get involved in something that some others would deem as pretty bloody cool, and although it’s not an industry I ever thought I’d join (in any way, shape, or form), I think I’m up to it.

No words can really describe how fucking great I feel.