Dealbook's Kevin Roose got the Times to pay for him to live like a billionaire for a day. He has lots of fun traveling by Rolls Royce and private jet to chi-chi locations from Manhattan to Sea Island, Ga.
But this part of being a billionaire seemed rather annoying:
One thing I’ve noticed so far is that when you’re a billionaire, you’re never alone. All day, your life is supervised by a coterie of handlers and attendants catering to your whims. In the locker room alone after my workout, I feel unsettled. Where’s my bodyguard? Where’s my chauffeur? Why is nobody offering me an amuse-bouche while I shampoo my hair?