It’s a Friday afternoon. The New England snow is falling gently outside of my office window. The heater beneath it flutters the plastic vertical shades intended to keep my curiosity to a minimum.
I’m a woman in Corporate America. What do I matter? I’m curious, you know and these blinds really can’t shutter my curiosity. I grew up in suburban Iowa, goddammit. I was lead trumpet in the high school band. I played on the sidelines during the bowl game in ’99. I came here for school, and graduate Cum Laude. Do you know how many men made a joke out of that?
I *sigh* to myself. It’s Corporate America – who am I to challenge that? A woman’s degree from Harvard and an MBA to match is really just a plaque on the wall here. I’ll never make as much as Brian does.
This snow is really coming down hard now. Working in New England is nice – snow days are nice. At the very least, it’s good to be able to relax, in an office, alone, on a Friday afternoon. And just think.
*knock* *knock*
“yep?”
*enter Brian*