Today was a little change of pace at the ol' day job. Normally, I'm sitting in my office from about nine to six. Well... apart from the times when I wander into other peoples' offices and blab about my most recent audition, or an almost daily ritual walk to the coffee shop with my co-workers. And aside from the days when I leave the business world of suits that are worn with ties to audition in my suit that I wear with, well, my smile. (Hold on there, you! I mean bathing suit, not birthday suit!) Yeah, I guess I really don't have what most people would call "normal" days at work.
But this one was really out there. I was paid to sit and work from a client's house to supervise as five people from a cleaning company literally scrubbed the place from floor to ceiling. It took them seven hours because it was a giant house up on Mulholland Drive in the Hollywood Hills. Huge, extravagant, and totally not my style.
I went to the restroom and was startled when the toilet opened by itself, as if it were cheerfully greeting me to just relax and have a seat. My first thought was, "Really? You have so much money that you're too lazy to lift up you're damn toilet seat??" I rolled my eyes and proceeded with my business.
...Um, it had a heated toilet seat... now that's something that's worth a few extra bucks. I highly encourage you all to try it.