It used to be that I valued my job as a research officer. Not for the money I earned or the company of my fellow workers. It was because with the amount and variety of work I do in that role, I felt valued. It is my function to serve. But I don't care about my job any more, because I have found a higher purpose. My purpose now is to make ristin happy. What else matters? The problem is, the job is still important, because I may need the money to support Ristin. Falling in love is such a reshuffling of priorities.