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Supervising junior coworkers on a business trip quickly becomes a kind of existential theater, the kind where itineraries are treated like myth and every sensible boundary is just a suggestion, not a rule.
These two were not malicious workplace anarchists. They simply radiated the unstoppable confidence of people convinced the universe would rearrange itself for their convenience. Official business agenda: ignored. Professional dress code: interpreted creatively, with a side of denim and bravado. Every reasonable attempt at communication, every practical update about which plane to catch, floated into the void with the tragic futility of a message in a bottle cast from a deserted island. -
AITAH for still getting on a flight home when my two young coworkers I was traveling with weren’t at the airport yet and were obviously going to miss it?
The image does not depict the actual subjects of the story. Subjects are models.
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Workplaces cling to the myth that adults will default to personal responsibility, that the simple urge to make a flight is hard-wired into our survival instinct. Reality, though, prefers chaos; when the consequences hit, it activates the primordial solution: call mom and let her escalate from missed flight to full catastrophe in record time, as if airports double as thinly veiled portals to other dimensions.
In the end, the director who boarded on schedule did not commit an act of cruelty but a simple act of survival. Professional boundaries exist for a reason; they are the only thing standing between work travel and a limitless cycle of adult hide-and-seek that ends in group therapy for the responsible parties.
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The image does not depict the actual subjects of the story. Subjects are models.
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