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"Oh, I got this email titled 'Which One Is Your Salary'? It's quite funny as well as insightful," she replied.
"What does it say?" he settled down beside her as she read for him from her laptop.
"The first type is:"
"The Onion Salary - You get it, you open it, and you start crying."
"I'm glad that's not yours," he smiled, "cos many like to pay peanuts and are happy with the monkeys they get."
"No, and thankfully neither is the next one:"
"The Diet Salary - With every pay check, you eat less."
"Oh well," he responded, "So long as bosses pretend that the salaries are fair, workers will pretend that they have much work to do."
"Mine's this third."
"The Magic Salary - You make a couple of moves and Poof! It's gone."
"Yeah, that sounds like us," he said, "I saw an email once which read:"
You left in such a hurry last month, I never even get the chance to tell you my plans.
They laughed again.
"There's more," she continued:
"The Impotent Salary - It's never there, when you need it."
"The PMS Salary - It comes once a month and lasts for 3-5 days."
"The Condom Salary - It kills both the inspiration and the will."
Rosh boomed at the clever analogies and asked if she had one for someone on call like him or for an entrepreneur.
"Yeah," she said, "This next one."
"The Tornado Salary - There's no telling when it will come and how long it's going to last."
He threw his head back and laughed boisterously. She loved it when he laughed like that. He hadn't done it often enough since the Global Financial Crisis (GFC) began.
'When will it end?', she thought. Staring deep in his strong brown eyes, she remembered the words of Khalil Gibran:
'In the sweetness of friendship; let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.'
"Do you think my salary is sufficient for you?", he teased, unaware of her thoughts.
"It's sufficient for me", she was game, "But how will you survive?"
He laughed again. A deep belly laugh. She bathed in the dew of his laughter and her heart found its morning again. For the moment.
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