Part of my job entails taking VIP media to lunch. It seems to happen about once a week. I take them to one of the restaurants at the hotel, which means fancy food.
I have been snapping photos and showing them to Claus. At first, it was just for the cool-factor, like, Look at this awesome meal! He would laugh and tell me what a hard job I have, then whip out his iPhone and show me a photo of his brown bag lunch. “Great, but that can’t compete with my hot dog,” he’d quip.
Over the weeks, it’s turned into a running joke. It’s not just the food that I need to know about, it’s all the hotel services. I have to stay overnight at the hotel. I have to try the spa. “Make sure you eat the chocolates that are placed in the rooms,” reminded my coworker.
I know, it’s a tough job, but someone has to do it. I can take one for the team.