I think for the most part, although it’s not always a constant thing. When I’m home, cleanliness and order will usually do it. I’m always happy when I get to see my family. For now my happiness is brought on by other people, as shitty as that sounds. If my relationship (professional relationships, mostly) with someone is rocky, it’s going to affect me as a whole until it’s resolved or I come to terms with the fact that pleasing everyone isn’t possible in my line of work. If you can’t work with someone, you will fail as a team. And I can easily say happy is the last thing I am while being chewed out as to why I couldn’t accomplish something.
Puppies make me happy 9/10 times I get to see them, though. So does fixing this. Maybe that’s more satisfaction though.