So wrong. So very, very wrong.

One of the things I am enjoying about my new role in London is that from time to time there are some nice perks. There are the usual dinners and such, and because I'm lucky enough to work for someone who believes in celebrating a job well done there have been some excellent nights out and team getaways, etc.

But since we also work with BT and are one of their major broadband sales channels (as well as a large portion of their product), they often host us at "hospitality" events. For example, we've been to see Master's Tennis at the Royal Albert Hall and to dinner at BT Tower, and there are always invites for plays and dinners and such coming through. Today Faye and I went out to Champneys in Tring for a spa day with BT and some of their other partners. Unfortunately, the resort messed up our treatments, so we spent a lot of time shuffling around in our robes, going in and out of the saunas and relaxation room, and drinking tea. However, the massage and facial were lovely, and there was endless humour at the sight of a formal dining room filled with people of all shapes and sizes in terry cloth...call it "Sanitarium Chic."

Between that and the secret gig we went to last night courtesy of Yahoo! Music, it's been quite the week of perks.

I'm still holding out for Wimbledon, though....