I like my job. I like my colleagues and students. I like the wide variety of things I teach and the intellectual enrichment that comes with that. I like teaching as an experience: nothing beats a class in which informed and interesting questions bounce around the room.
I don't like having a job split between two departments, and not having a permanent contract. It feels like being on hold for years on end.
What I'd like is a permanent job which gives the space and time to start writing serious academic work about my specialist subject (Welsh writing in English, since you ask). That dream job came up recently, at my beloved first university, no less. The one with the mountains and sea.
I didn't get an interview. The basic reason was that my publication record was too weak. I'm not exactly surprised at not getting the job, because all university staff are now under huge pressure to produce publications (the money follows research output disproportionately to teaching skill/range etc), but I did hope for an interview. Ah well. In the words of a wise man, 'you can never go home… but I guess you can shop there'.
So the new strategy is to start being a bit more ruthless and selfish about not taking on extra things, and to be a lot more disciplined about writing. Obviously I'm saying this on the first day of the teaching year… Perhaps every time I feel like a blog post, I'll read or write a paragraph.