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“It’s easy,” Ron says with a sweep of his hand. “Just change the world.”

I look up from my steno pad. “Sorry, what?”

“Change the world,” he repeats, “and when I go into that roomful of executives to make the case for you, it will be an easy sell.”

The faces of men in this org who’ve recent…

I can tell I’ve almost got him. “I just want to reiterate that the vlookup thing threw me,” he says. “That’s basic, basic stuff.” It’s tempting to confess that I also don’t know how to do a vlookup, but this probably isn’t the moment.

2013: Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In is published, and I skim it in an afternoon. “She wrote this whole book, when she could have just bought a Molotov cocktail for every woman in America,” I tell John. “I’ll never understand that choice.”

“He’s giving a talk at the Apple store in Ginza next week,” I say. It’s starting to bug me how much John downplays his career. “I’m a coder,” he says when someone asks what he does for a living, as if he were a junior web dev instead of the founder of a rapidly growing start-up. Maybe I’m being suc…

Because Mitch gets to throw toddler fits while I’m not allowed to show emotion at all, I am angry but I think it’s shame. Every morning I feel a little sick when I get on the elevator, as though I ate just a bite of something rotten, so I am angry but I think it’s IBS. I have to put my worst employ…