My job takes care of its employees.

Note, this was written back in June but never published.

I love a lot of things about my job, especially the travel aspect of it. Not only do I get to some pretty cool cities on occasion, the hotels we get put up in are generally 5-star.

This weekend I worked in DC for an event for our firm. Since I was doing a long shift on Saturday, followed by an early shift on Sunday, I was given the option to crash locally instead of driving home then coming back so soon. Fortunately for me, the hotel I was put up in, the Park Hyatt, upgraded me to a suite due to the fact that there was construction on one side of the building and they wanted to keep their guests happy.

Holy.

Shit.

This is in the top 5 hotels I’ve been in. It had a sizable living (?) room, nice bed, and a glorious bathroom. Not to mention the restaurant it uses for room service is a Michelin Rated one. I’m not sure what that means, but I understand it’s fancy.

God I love my job.

 

  • How many hookers did you get in there? I figure the over/under is 5.

  • Oh…oh no. This is DC not Vegas. That would be none.