Well, sort of. This Wednesday August 1st, I will have been at my current company for exactly two years. This is quite an achievement, especially considering my intention to spend a year there whilst I got financially back on track and looked for a job I actually wanted to do.
I just never got round to looking, and I'm just as skint as ever.
I followed Sue's excellent suggestion in the previous comments and emailed The Friday Project, a company who specialise in publishing web 'talent'. (I've emphasised 'talent' for my own self-deprecating purposes.)
In doing so, I had to scan through this blog, which is fast approaching its first birthday in September. I've had some ups and downs, mainly downs, and provided all two regular readers with the trials and tribulations of a git.
I've been reminded of some interesting moments; Re-discovering The Girl's website and deciding to dedicate my life (about a month, as it turned out) to going out more and having sex with anyone. Except all I got was a sore wallet.
And realising I'm better suited to being a Monk, because I scare women.
But on the plus side, I had a great weekend with The Boys™, in Brighton, and ruined my gay mate's houseparty.
I've had a couple of holidays during this year and, of course, humiliated the living shit out of myself.
Oh, and I killed a Frenchman's speakers.
And of course, I've moaned and complained incessantly about my life, the same old issues which always involve a) smoking, b) weight, c) job, and d) a distinct lack of sex and/or a better half.
So get used to it if you haven't already. It's a common theme.
But ultimately, considering I've always seen my life to be pretty dull and uneventful, it's quite nice to look back at nigh on a year's blogging and realise that perhaps things aren't so bad after all.
Normal whinging will resume soon.