By MICHAEL HERMANSONAPAPALM, APAPOLITICA, N.Y. (AP) It’s the kind of thing that makes people uncomfortable.
The first time it happened to me was at a party I had hosted.
A young man came up to me and said, “Oh, you’re my girlfriend.
You look cute.”
It took me a second to realize that he was actually a PR flack.
It was the beginning of a story that would change my life.
I grew up in New York City and didn’t know what PR was until I got married.
I was a big fan of the film and television industry, and I was obsessed with my job as a New York publicist.
I loved that it was fun.
One day I was walking to a restaurant and the waiter noticed me and asked, “Do you have any more?”
I said, No, I just got my new PR contract.
I’d been with my agency for four months.
But then I got a phone call from my boss.
She said, You know, you know, your PR person just called you.
She wanted you to talk to her.
It was a weird moment, and at first I didn’t want to talk.
But then I remembered my career goals and said yes.
And I met her at the restaurant.
It turned out that she was a longtime client of mine.
She was in her mid-60s and had been living with a friend for many years.
She told me that she had a new client for her agency.
I asked if I could work with her.
I think I was too late.
I hadn’t even heard about the new client.
I guess it was her idea.
I met up with her for coffee at a Manhattan hotel.
We chatted and got to talking.
She asked me if I’d like to work with my boss at her agency?
I said yes, but only if I got paid $15 an hour.
She agreed to that.
We talked about her old agency and she said she had another client in New Orleans.
She had to find an agent to work for her in that city.
I told her that was too much, but she didn’t care.
We were going out to dinner.
We ordered and went into the restaurant and ordered our meals.
I sat at the bar and I heard her tell her client that she’d like her to pay me $15,000.
I said I would do it.
She came up and said it was going to take six months.
She started to walk away.
I just sat there with my eyes closed, thinking, What am I doing?
I was so confused.
I started to worry about my career.
I remember asking her how much money she’d made before she walked away.
She answered, “I made $150,000.”
I was stunned.
I looked at her and said I can’t do this.
I’m doing it because I love my job.
And she said, I know that.
I know it.
I had never heard that before.
I knew that I was going on a $150k salary, and that was the price of doing my job, but I didn, I couldn’t believe it.
My boss was going through a divorce and she was desperate for money.
She needed something to make a new start, and she needed a woman.
She brought me to her office.
It took us a few minutes to talk about what was happening, and after she told me she was having a financial crisis, I said it wouldn’t take much to get me back on track.
She took me to the next meeting and she told her I had two weeks to find a new PR agency.
When she went to sign off on the contract, she said it wasn’t ready yet.
She asked me, “Can I make this deal?”
I said of course.
She gave me a big hug and said goodbye.
I’ve never been so happy in my entire life.
It didn’t take long for my career to take off.
I went to my next job, where I was an assistant to a publicist for a major television network.
It wasn’t my first experience as a publicie, but it was the first one I’d done with a client.
My agency had a reputation for being aggressive and demanding, but my boss liked it and told me to do it my way.
I never thought it would go that far.
My first client was a woman who was the President of the United States.
The woman was married to the President and they had two daughters.
As a young woman, I was very attracted to women.
I spent so much time with them.
They were the most beautiful, intelligent, powerful women I had ever met.
They had their own careers and it was easy for me to connect with them because I could talk to them on the phone and I could watch them at home.
They really were the