Two Years Ago Today
View from the house in Beverly Hills
Two years ago I got a very strange call from a gentleman that was looking for a personal assistant. Apparently, I had applied to a job that he had listed with a yacht crew agency, but actually didn’t remember having ever applied. He lived in Beverly Hills, had other homes around the world, a private jet, a yacht and was an extremely great guy. After talking with him for hours he flew me out to Los Angeles for an interview that I thought would take a day and then I would fly back. I ended up getting offered the job and although a little hesitant at first I accepted.
I ended up flying with this gentleman in his private jet, making friends with some famous friends of his and living a life that some people only dream of. My work car was a MB SL 65 AMG. I had one at every one of his houses. Paparazzi followed me down the Sunset strip. Valet people let me go to the front of the line. Sound too good to be true? It was. One day he decided he didn’t need a personal assistant anymore and like that the job was over. Weird how things work out. After that short two months I understand now why they call it Hollyweird.
Oh, as a result of this experience I now think of Chuck Norris at this time every year because his birthday is March 10th. Don’t ask me to explain how I know this- it’s just too weird how I have this permanently etched in my memory.
You've had some interesting experiences. I luv your Chuck Norris-birthday luggage story.