Well….not exactly. I’m what’s known as a “grafter”. That means I’m a seriously hard worker, and that whatever is going on, I will FIND A WAY to work and earn. So, when I decided to follow an English boy to London, and suddenly found myself unemployed and illegal in London…you guessed it – I looked around and invented a way to survive.
I started my first business at 23, standing outside the London subway with a basket full of nail supplies and some business cards. I’d hand out cards all morning, and then go wait in the park until my phone rang. Soon I had a healthy business giving desk side manicures to women in the Financial District. Read more.