Day 2 at the new salt mine

A good friend of mine refers to her place of work as 'the salt mine'. Considering we work in the very same industry, it is a term with which I can well relate. For verily, I too now have a salt mine of my own. Not OF MY OWN 'of my own', but rather today marked Day 2 of my gainful employment at said salt mine.

Ah yes, the doors of commerce, enterprise and creativity swing open for me each morning as I stroll proudly. I do not have my own office. I do not even share an office. Instead, I have a cubicle which at least has a super view of downtown and lots of trees. In fact, I think only two people in the entire salt mine have their own office.

So on Monday, my bank manager shall once again turn his frown upside down and beam upon me as my first pay check from the new salt mine goes through my bank account. And yet, because there is currently a big fat minus sign at the bottom of my account balance, I shall not get it all. But I remain happy for I am gainfully employed. I have work to do. I have an office email. And I have a salt mine I can call my own.

Yes, the gods have indeed smiled down on me. They left a note tacked to the shiny second hand Mac that sits on my desk. It reads: "For verily you have shown that in the face of adversity, you have the strength of will to persevere, the wisdom to put your pride in your pocket and ask friends for financial assistance in times of hardship, and for that you have been rewarded. Now stop calling us, we're about to go on a 14-day Caribbean cruise. Have fun and make this one last. Signed, The gods."