This is one of mine.

It was one of my first business trips for my new (what I thought to be glamorous) startup job. It felt significant and exciting because no company had ever believed in me enough to fly me cross country.

I sat exhausted but proud in my hotel room after a full day of learning how to manipulate the behemoth that is ATG.

Via chat I invited my male indirect supervisor, who happened to be inflight, out to dinner with myself and another male coworker.

I typed: If you land on time feel free to meet us for dinner.

He wrote: I get in at 11.

I responded: I’ll be in bed by then.

He said: Can I join you?

I think I typed back: Haha.

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