My television production company, Double R Productions, was one of three selected to come for a final pitch in Chicago.  It was the dead of winter. My partner (also my husband) and I scrambled to find a flight from DC to make the pitch session, which of course was scheduled with two days notice. Our flight to Chicago was the last one to actually land through a blinding blizzard. We literally ran to the airport hotel nearby and breathlessly hit the door late but felt relieved to have made it. We were about a half hour late and clearly the all white male audience was annoyed. We sat down, trying to catch our breath. Apparently they assumed I was an assistant instead of the president of the company, as I was asked to go, "Get some coffee for the group, won't you little gal?"
-Rosemary, ChicWIT

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