I'm positive about my job.
I had undiagnozed clinical depression all through college, but I always thought I was just lazy/didn't go to bed on time when I was apathetic and lethargic about everything in life. I thought that once I graduated the pressure would be off and I'd feel better. Well, obviously not. I kept racking up bills on my credit cards and hating every job I applied to, feeling pressured to make use of the degree I just got and having to put on a fake smile to try and win them over. After the interviews they never called me back. I applied to the library as literally my last-ditch attempt because the job seemed easy. The hiring process was about 3 months long, during which time I went in for an exam and multiple interviews for that one entry-level position. I declined another job offer I got during the time because it was another job that I hated.
Best decision of my life. The job IS kinda easy but they just leave you alone with your responsibilities and let you figure out how you want to do them. Want to get creative? Go ahead, as long as it's all done at the end. Meanwhile nearly everyone around me is an artist/musician/writer of some sort, and they're so welcoming and they all love their job. The managers and branch heads make sure to come and greet their employees at the start of every day - not to like, make sure they're there and working, but actually to ask how they're doing and making sure everything is alright. I ended up working at the Children's Branch and came in this morning to find our bosses dressed up as witches and queens with full face paint and everything.
I mean it's not like, perfect rainbows and shit, there's downsizing and some of the senior staff are kinda control-freak-ish, but... I seriously can't imagine beginning to try and get out from the pit I dug myself into if it wasn't for how I felt going to work every day.