In my first job as an adult person I was posted to the Melbourne (head) office for two months mid winter as a grad program thing and run an R&D project. The office and workshops were in Sunshine. But it didn't for the whole two months. I did see the sun twice on weekends at golfing venues not in Melbourne...
...anyway the Engineering Director was a large, big, huge, fucking obese man. The first month I ate with the workers in the workers' canteen. Fitted in well in oily greasy overalls. Until said Director spotted me, then it was lunch in the exec cafeteria (true naming of both) with other staff. I sat with Herr Director for the next month, which meant getting changed out of working clothes into suit and tie or equivalent, then changing back etc.
The Director would eat 3 courses every day. Meals were huge. He would have two slices of thick white bread with soup and another two with main meal. Each slice copped three of those packets of butter that are supposedly single serves. Made me ill watching him.
Anyway he died of a heart attack a year or so later.
...anyway the Engineering Director was a large, big, huge, fucking obese man. The first month I ate with the workers in the workers' canteen. Fitted in well in oily greasy overalls. Until said Director spotted me, then it was lunch in the exec cafeteria (true naming of both) with other staff. I sat with Herr Director for the next month, which meant getting changed out of working clothes into suit and tie or equivalent, then changing back etc.
The Director would eat 3 courses every day. Meals were huge. He would have two slices of thick white bread with soup and another two with main meal. Each slice copped three of those packets of butter that are supposedly single serves. Made me ill watching him.
Anyway he died of a heart attack a year or so later.