Mar 14, 2007 17:33
I normally telecommute from Massachusetts to California, but at the beginning of the month, I flew out to the O.C. for a couple of business meetings. I was whisked away from the airport in a colleague's Jaguar for a sumptuous dinner in an elegant heated courtyard. Then I was put up in a suite so over-the-top it came with an excess of two sinks.
In the morning, I greeted the coi in the elaborate water feature in the hotel lobby, and all day, I was surrounded by posh offices and beautiful people in designer garments. The glamour was abruptly ended in the afternoon by the '90s-vintage standard-transmission Corolla I was encased in with my collegue and boss for the stop-and-go ride to our home office in Chatsworth.
That night I had the option of eating at the hotel restaurant, the Hot Tomato, or munching on a sandwich I had made at home two days ago. The smushed sandwich was a big improvement on my last unchewable dinner at the old Tomato.