The commute for the new job isn’t bad. So far the longest it has ever taken is 25 minutes. This is great given that the average commute in LA can be up to 90 minutes long. That said, my husband is only driving 10 miles, it isn’t like we live in the Valley or the High Desert.
On Saturday we had to go into the city to Brooks Brothers. It is across the street from my husband’s office, so I got to see the new stomping grounds. As we entered the parking garage there wasn’t any automated ticket machines, but down the ramp was a man who instructed us to park “beside the Beemer there.” It was a clean, well-lit garage. The elevator entry was upscale, and there was a washroom –not your average public washroom!– beside the elevator in the garage level. Up the elevator and onto the ground level I felt like I was in a movie working some swanky downtown job. On the street my husband pointed out the sights.
“There’s the Ernst & Young building, Matt’s company.”
“There’s the tallest building in Los Angeles.”
“That’s my building, Manulife, right there” and it really was right there “and there’s the Jonathan Club beside it. Neither building is the tallest in the city, but my building is tall enough to have an express elevator that goes directly to the top half.”
As an internal employee he gets free parking, but the parking lot in his building is full so they’re paying his valet parking at the Jonathan Club. But they won’t pay for his car wash, we have to give the club our credit card number for them to wash the car. (sigh)
After his first day at work they had an after-work celebration at none other than the Standard, a swanky executive hotspot.
I hardly knew this world existed, I thought it was reserved for the super-highrollers on wall street and in the movies. For all the bashing coporate America endures, there is a redeeming feature: money. That sounds bad from the outside, but on the inside it means I’m going to see a dentist for the first time in 8 years, and we’re both getting new glasses.