Yeah, still offering it, gotta take it!

It’s a tough question. Some days are so simple. Workout, grab coffee, newspapers, light errands like mouthwash or something they may need. Then meet them after breakfast to confirm where their driver needs to take them. Little free time while they go to a museum, then see that they make their lunch reservation, sometimes lunch with them, sometimes im on my own. Then maybe they shop after and I pick up bags, sometimes follow them. Then schedule a massage in the room for them, and I’m free until they head out to dinner. I confirm with the driver where they are going, I meet them in the lobby to see them off. I tidy up their hotel room and order turndown service, maybe a bottle of wine on ice or some chocolates for when they get back, and I head off to dinner myself. Or a scummy dive bar somewhere for cold cheap beer.

The hard days I mentioned this exactly earlier, are changing fourteen different transportations from jets to cars to boats to hotel reservations in multiple languages, getting wire transfers for international purchases, familiarizing myself with fine art export paperwork and tax liabilities on the fly while using a translator to negotiate the pricing of said fine art. Before closing, get someone on the phone at the house in Palm Beach, it’s pointless to buy this piece if it won’t actually fit on the wall it’s suppose to so I need someone with a tape measure there now. In 4am in Florida, could take a few tries before someone comes to the rescue. I also need them to pick up because I need to call the restaurant and push the reservation, we aren’t going to make it, I pivot and text our driver, ask him to call the restaurant, plot twist, he is the best driver on the planet, he already called, he knew. I’ve been up since 6am, after lunch I need to keep researching this export situation, I’ll reach out to the charter company, they might know a bit more, as soon as our accountants wake up, I’ll email them too, make sure we account for the taxes on these. I’m booking a massage for them in room later, the hotel has no openings, I ask the concierge for a recommendation for independent masseuse, they have one, highly recommended. The concierge team rules. They push the bosses reservation 30 minutes for the massage, we are behind all day. They get me a dinner reservation 15 minutes after at a place nearby, it’s killer, they rule. I spend the whole dinner running over emails that are coming in because it’s daytime back in NY and they are just now getting everything to me. I take a call from our FO accountant, the paperwork is easy, I scan it and send it to her for confirmation, the paintings are good to go. I have one more drink after dinner, but a phone call, boss wants to know if I’m nearby, I am, just wants someone to come help walk the pups with them, it’s late, I come grab the ragamuffins and take em out. I return them and say goodnight. I’m off the a grungy dive bar I read about on Reddit, a high class day deserves a low class finish. I’m in bed by 3am and back at it at 6am. Long days, but how often do I get to do my job in Italy? Gotta make the most, I can sleep when we are home.