• I won't miss driving two hundred miles per week.
• I won't miss that bit of suicide lane leading to the motorway
• I won't miss being on call 24 hours per day, 7 days per week, 52 weeks per year
• I won't miss visiting filthy, smelly paper mills in safety boots and high-vis jacket
• I won't miss being "mooed" at by factory operatives because they don't seem to have seen a woman in that context before
• I won't miss this dismal office, in this dismal business park, just too far away from the dismal town to be able to walk there and back at lunchtime
• I won't miss those extra two and a half hours of work per week

Oh no.

Yes, I will miss the people, the banter, the camaraderie. I will also miss the fact that I am respected for what I do and I am trusted to do what is required.

But on balance, in terms of the lifestyle to which I aspire, this new job will simply suit me better.

• I will be able to walk to work.
• I will be on a rota for on-call duties
• I will be properly recompensed when I'm on call
• I will work in an office in the centre of town.
• I will be able to vary my working hours to suit, as long as I adhere to the core hours
• I will get staff discount at [insert major UK retailer]
• I will get an increased salary on top of the savings made on travel costs

I am not a career woman. Not any more. I am under no illusions - I'm fairly confident that the job itself will be no less soul-destroying than any other job of its kind. If I must work for an employer (for the moment, I must), then I will limit the inconveniences as far as possible. Which is why I have chosen to accept the new job.

Not there yet. But getting closer.