There’s a problematic history that resides between a boss and an assistant. In pop culture, the trope is often played out as a young woman weaving clumsily through the city, dodging angry cab drivers and juggling her boss’ dry cleaning with a pedigree pooch in tow. So when I’m finally granted an assistant of my own – Andrea Inglis – I’m determined to break the stereotype.
My first week with my new right-hand woman proves promising. I task Andrea with drafting emails, researching venue ideas for an upcoming event and compiling a list of newsworthy story ideas. Though the ideas lacked originality and the first draft of the emails leant towards the more clinical side, the work is filed fast and thoroughly, with no complaints.
Over the next few weeks, I remain
