Day Five: The End of the Week

So because it would be unprofessional to write anything about my clients or the workplace, all the content of this blog starts to accumulate at about six in the evening, as I enter the mirrored elevator doors on the 28th floor of 750 Seventh.

Though, I promised to post photos of the break room at lunch, so we'll back track some to lunch time. Mmmmm...here they are...



The diner. All the people on the walls are famous and knew/know my boss. The photo of Alex Trebek is my favorite. He looks really young and different. Again the diner was the creation of Tom and is quite different then the rest of the office. The rest of the office is sort of professional minimalism-esque with giant posters of book titles and other connections to previous clients. The diner, as you can see is very different.



Little details like this make it a real experience to eat here. Unfortunately, due to the nature of my work, I'm constantly busy, and so I eat most of my lunches at my desk. But I go into the break room often for snacks and to refill my glass with water. I promised Ariel I wouldn't drink soda out here, and so far I've made good on that promise. Who knew you could survive on water?

But I didn't make any promises on not going to lounges. This is a good story. You'll like this...you really will.

Ok. So I was asked to accompany my professor last night and he promised me that I would get free food and an interesting experience out of it. He said we would have to be covert, but he promised that it would not disappoint.

As a side project, Dr. J anonymously critiques restaurants, hotels and cruises for this company that rates upscale joints like the place we went last night. He said he goes, experiences the place, service or vacation and then writes a detailed review following criteria provided by the company. After the review is turned in, they reimburse him for the evening and throw in some extra spending money.

Now, the interesting thing is that these restaurants, hotels and cruises are all upscale. No small fish. Upper echelons.



We ended up going to the Sky Room Times Square and enjoyed the most beautiful view, as the food wasn't the best and the server got our order wrong. Tsk-tsk. I sipped on really good pineapple juice though, and gazed out of the floor to ceiling windows at the lights of New York from a penthouse lounge.

These guys were serious. Big men in black suits with black ties, checked our ID at the bottom. They then escorted us before and met us after we got into the special elevator that took us to the top. My buffalo chicken skewers were $18 and most cocktails were in the $20 range.

But the view.


Photo by Sky Room Times Square

It was like watching television. I've always wanted a floor to ceiling view of the Pacific, but this rivals that. The lights, the movement and the emotion. It's like going to the IMAX. Your in it. It's participatory. It's brilliant.

We sat right in front of the window, and I loved every minute of it.

The place was two levels. A lower level seemed to be for a more mature setting. The upstairs rivaled a rave, with a live DJ and lots of plastered young people. We hung out in the lower level and only visited the upstairs portion for a fresh air view of the south side of Manhattan.


Photo by Sky Room Times Square

It was a great experience, interesting but great. We laughed as we left, because we were the only ones walking in straight lines.