I’ve been promoted.
I guess.
I have a new title.
I don’t seem to have any new powers or duties or cash monies, just a title.
And I can sign things like line of credit papers.
Um. Yay me.
I have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you’re happy, I’m happy for ya!
Hmm.
I got a promotion. At work. To VP.
It’s a promotion in name only, so it all seems rather pointless, but the title almost sounds impressive.
Now that you’re a fancy corporate officer, take out a loan in the company’s name and use it to pay yourself what you should be getting.
That’s shifting some paradigms outside of the box!
VP? So, you folks hiring? Can I drop your name on an application? 
But–I thought–
I mean, yay! But why did you people get rid of Dick Cheney so early?
I woke up this morning bound and determined to make a 10 am meeting of an association I’m a member of. We all KNOW what happens if you don’t make the biz meeting … but you know, they pulled a slick one on me. Yep. I was on time! But the meeting was held early (while I ws checking out of the hotel). Everyone was laughing at me as I came in … yah… if you don’t make the meeting you are voted into some office. Heh. So they say I’m next year’s VP. 
Congratulations, JS! 
As a senior VP, I can tell you that even greater things await. I can empty my trash any time I feel like it, and don’t have to tell anyone that I’ll be right back.
This thread has started to open up a whole vista of VP-ing opportunities!
I think I’ll have a door plaque made. One that includes the word “potentate.”
Don’t forget, one necessary item for your office now is a man-sized safe. Make sure your floor can support it.
My god. I hadn’t thought of that.
I have the perfect place for it, and the office is on a concrete slab. I’m golden!
You can also look forward to the office smartass now addressing you as “Your VP-ness.”