My Pussy Diary: How Others Joined The Fold
I met Katie when she was an intern at my company and I was an intern coordinator. I helped her and about a dozen others with training. She was twenty-one, quiet but smart. After the workday, we sometimes went for dinner or coffee together to talk about career stuff. Her two-month internship ended, but we kept in touch. Katie went back to the local college to finish her degree and I started a consulting business. But we continued to get together at the coffee house every week or two. I think she viewed me as a big sister. I am thirty-four and went through what she is going through now. Our conversations stayed on the career path, but now that we weren’t at the same company, they also started to get personal. We talked about …