Two Years and Counting

Today I complete the first two years of my working life. It's been a long wild (well not wild more boring) ride but I do have to admit that I have come a long way in the last year of work. I got promoted, I got a raise, I got a sizable 401K balance, I got some valuable experience and resume items, I got to head up a new operation at work, I got a house, I got a new apartment, I got to go to a luxury box at a White Sox game next to Lovie Smith, and now I have the two years work experience that for some reason so many companies find so important, allowing my the flexibility to find a new job if I have to. As unpleasant as working seems, when you put all the things that you get as a result of it in one sentence, work doesn't seem so bad. But then I get into the whole "do material things make you happy?" debate and that's really not something I want to do. They make me happier and I'll leave it at that. Most of all I am pleased to see that my years (it's strange to say years) of full time working are starting to pay some dividends.