I remember well one corporate trip by Lear jet. Very nice - go when you're ready, come back when you're ready, skip the security lines as you're flying from a different terminal. On the return trip we tried to get the pilot to try some acrobatics. We tried first to get him to do a loop, but he refused saying it would show up as altitude deviations on radar. We pondered that a bit, then tried to get him to do a simple roll - still no good. Oh well.
Initial thought is that these corporate jet pilots have the life of Riley. I don't envy them a bit! When they're not flying the plane, fueling the plane, or cleaning the plane, they're stuck in a grungy general aviation terminal with a paperback for company, sitting on an old cracked vinyl seat, satisfying their hunger and thirst by feeding coins into a slot.
The same is true for the crew of the mega yachts - sit around waiting for the owner while catering to the whims of the owner's spoiled kids, hoping soon to go somewhere/anywhere.