Screaming Bean |
Friday, February 01, 2008
I like living near my job. I purposely try and reduce my commute, not so much for laudable goals like cutting down on greenhouse gases, but because it saves my sanity. As a result, I'm one of the closest employees to my firm. When the weather goes to crap, I'd rather not be driving in it, regardless of how far away my house is from work. I've said as much. And today, I made an executive decision to be working from home instead of the office so that I wouldn't have to worry about driving conditions. Some of my fellow employees did the same. Who got in trouble? Me. Why? Because I live so much closer. In other words, I should have to risk my car and my neck because I don't have an hour commute. I might have to cover for the receptionist after all. To say I'm angry doesn't even begin to describe it. Labels: job
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