My aspirations

On a day like today, when it's so cold and wet and the snow blinds you and the streets are slick and icey and even your ugly uggs can't keep your feet warm or dry, I aspire to be a VP of just about anything. When it snows, hails, or drizzles, VP's stay home, VP's work from home.

If by "work from home," they mean sit in their pj's on the couch with one hand on the remote and the other in a tub of popcorn, then yeah, I buy it. If by "work from home" they mean wake up at the time you usually arrive at work, watch a soap opera during lunch and stop working at 4:30ish, then yeah, ok, I believe you.

I know how to work from home too. I have a laptop and some pens and paper and I could play this game too. But am I a VP? no. Do I live in the suburbs and use that as an excuse? no. Do I have the clout to make the judgement call that, hey, you know what? It's really icey and ugly out and probably unsafe so I'm gonna stay in and be productive from home? no, I do not.

Forget the salary, forget the benefits, forget the recognition, I want a snow day.