I finally figured out the level of rich I’m aiming for. I don’t need a big house or fancy cars, but I want a staff. I’ll pay them well, of course – I want them to be happy and comfortable, too.
- I want a personal shopper/stylist/tailor. One person who can do it all or three people or whatever – the end result is a closet full of tailored clothes that look great on me. If the person also does hair and make-up, bonus.
- I want a personal trainer/nutritionist to help me with my workouts and my diet. Help me be healthy!
- I want a personal chef. I don’t like to cook (or shop for groceries), and someone is going to have to prepare the nutritious meals my nutritionist says I should eat.
All of those titles start with “personal”. Maybe that goes without saying when my premise is that I have a staff of people to help me out.
John reminded me that I also want a gardener. YES! I want a gardener. And of course, this staff would be OURS not mine. Of course. I can share.