You get to sit courtside on the company dime. Though often stationed near glamorous celebrities, you are under no pressure to don anything chic. The expectation might even be that you dress like if unemployment had a casual Friday. That’s if there were any expectations, which there aren’t. Nobody in the arena cares about your work attire because nobody in the arena is your boss or co-worker.



You do work with people, though. Some of your fellow employees butt heads in locker rooms across America, but you’re so far from that fray, coasting along in a bubble of calm. Public scrutiny is not your problem, either. While everyone can see you on television, if they know where to look, fans don’t know your name and wouldn’t assign you blame.



There’s a certain clandestine romance to your occupation, a James Bond life for the flannel set. It is your job to steal occupational secrets from famous people. Gregg Popovich might have practiced such...