I babysat James's little brother Ben last week, so tonight he returned the favour by keeping Emily out of trouble while I shot back up the 405 and into the lap of luxury. Hannah was still out at another dinner when I arrived, so I slipped into my complimentary robe and nosed around. This place is fan-cee! She tells me that breakfast is an all-you-can-eat pancake buffet - and what greater indicator of class is there than that? Photos of how oil company employees spend their time below:
A two poster bed! You have to be director level before you qualify for a four.
There's a tv...in the bathroom! The bathroom!! Doesn't that break health and safety laws?
It's a mini bar, a thing I thought only existed in movies.
And this is the spare toilet roll, wrapped up in its own warm little branded blanket thing. If they treat a toilet roll this well, think how nice it is for humans!
The bathroom is so large that they have a phone in here so you can call the front desk in case you get lost. Or you can order a pizza. Or...well, just think about all the amazing things you could do if you had a phone by your toilet. Right?
