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I do. The last few years had been quite bumpy for both my gf and me. My last job was terrible, my boss was a moron, I wasn't happy with neither the tasks nor the customers. She had a hard time studying pharmacy, but unfortunately had to quit after 3 years. Then she tried studying something else, but wasn't happy with it since it was just a second best option, but nothing that she could truly see herself doing for the rest of her life. And besides we weren't happy with the city we lived in. Too crowded, too noisy, too expensive.

We worked hard for our merry future and it payed out. She found a job in a different town and moved there while I stayed until I found one in that area as well. After half a year I was very lucky and found one, so we moved back together into a beautiful flat in a nice town, and now we can finally live the sweet and smooth life we dreamed of the whole time. Work is a very important part of that.

I am a HR specialist in a global, multi-divisional company. My team is fantastic, each member is highly competent, we have a very strong team spirit and help each other as much as possible. I have lots of nice, smart and beautiful ladies all around me (HR is very female-heavy), I really enjoy my tasks and I know that I play a very important role in the company's big schemes. I like my job so much that I even don't mind working overtime all that much. While I would only need to work 35 hours a week, I tend to do 45 to 50. And my salary is quite okay. Basically everything improved from just one year ago.