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As mentioned previously, I once worked for a big bank and was awarded several promotions pretty quickly. Prior to leaving the bank I was running a big department and one of the perks of this position was my very own Executive Assistant who helped me schedule my calendar, manage my time and travel, and screen out the weirdos. As described earlier, she was old enough to be my mother, probably in her early 60s and her name was Donna. She was tiny and Portuguese with short dark hair, a twinkle in her eye and a big laugh. And she was incredibly effective.
It was Donna who witnessed Tina stumbling disheveled out of my office in the aftermath of her wild mid-afternoon orgasm (Mentoring the Nerd). I felt that Donna’s jaw dropping disbelief ruined her impression of me that day.
I assumed incorrectly.
A couple months after the Tina episode, Donna set up a one-on-one meeting with me in my office. Considering that we basically worked hand-in-hand all day, this was highly unusual. I suspected that Donna was going to resign or retire.