Wthat, an entrepreneur. In his business world he was successful. I remember he asked me when I was about 11 if I wanted to take over his business. I looked behind me, as to see who he was talking to and I thought I was still gonna be Superman by next year! I remember it broke his heart. I didn’t say no properly like “No sir.” I said “Noooooo.” so he was I was into martial arts all my life. My father was a fighter and wrestler and one of my friends told me about this spa called “Vic Tanny's” , and work is Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, only for men. The women worked out Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. Men and women never worked out together. Anyway, he told me we can make a lot of money working there. I got a job
have to be doing something different.” Long story short, he hired me as a sales counselor. It was a 12 club chain and this is about the middle of the month, by the end of the month I was the number one sales counselor out of 50 and the next month he promoted me to assistant manager. I became a manager within three or four months. I was under age, I was only 17 or something and to give you a reference, a brand new Corvette 427 with all the bells and whistles was $5000 Canadian. Well, I was making about $4000 Canadian a month. I was living the highlife! The club that made me the manager was right near my house, I was staying with my parents again. I was making that kind of
crazy money working three days a week. Then one day someone told me to go and get the Newsweek Magazine, on a Sunday night in January, in the middle of a blizzard. Like, “OK, I’ll get it tomorrow” and they said “No, go get it tonight.” Anyway, I went to get it and on the cover of the Newsweek magazine was a beautiful Christie Brinkley type, blonde hair, water splashing and the title was “The GO's of Club Med, The true gypsies of the world” A GO was a kind organizer, their word for employee. I read this article about the mad parties and the clubs all over the world and six months here and six months there. At the end of your party, the next morning, the maids came and cleaned up.
I stayed up all night long writing my résumé (laughs). I sent it to
there and my training for the job, well, it’s a little less than what's required today. He asked me if I had a pair of running shoes and I said “I do”, he said “you’re hired!” That was the extent of training I got, just the fact I had a pair of running shoes. I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. I would talk to the members and then I started giving tours. After a couple days the manager came down. He said “Take me on a tour.” I replied “Why?” He said “Well everyone you have taken on the tour has bought a membership.” I said “Is that not what you want?” “Yeah, but you
Paris, France the next morning. Sure enough I got an email to meet. Well, not an email, there was no such thing yet. I got a letter asking to “please meet in New York.” I went to the interview where there were a thousand of the most beautiful men and women I’ve ever seen in my life. They showed us this short movie of the club. I would’ve died, I would’ve cleaned toilets, I would have done anything for that job. Later, I found out I was the only one they hired out of thousands of people. I met my interviewer
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