At that time I had an office in a building that had many professional offices on the street level and apartments above. The one directly next to me was an employment agency for construction workers. They frequently would hang out in the parking lot, or inside the office waiting for something to come up on the fly and send them off on a job.
Many clients would come to the office in guy mode, and leave 2 to 3 hours later dressed for the evening as women. Anyone who was sitting in front of the building with nothing to do all day would notice that a guy got out of the green car and went into the building, but a woman came out and left in the green car. Since my clients go from having beards, to having smooth faces to maintain in the space of 4 to 6 weeks, the seeming turn over to these guys sitting around must have seemed to be endless.
Since my clients did have to walk 5 to 10 yards from my front door to their cars, I always walked them out just to be sure that someone was with them when they left. (One word from me and any wayward construction hopeful could take his hard hat 70 miles up the road) Of course, once the client had driven off, and I was walking back to the office door, they had no problem saying things like, “Had I not seen it for myself, I would not have believed it. She’s gorgeous!”
Strangely enough, my clients and I never had any problem with the guys looking for work at the construction employment agency. What we did have problems with was a drunk who lived in the apartments above the businesses. To make a long story short, a bigoted American with nothing to do 6 months out of the year figured that he would become the nuisance the construction workers never were. After mounting mischief climaxed in a night where the police were called to my office 4 times in one day, and the landlord refused to evict the guy even after he burst in my office drunk demanding a fight from either me or one of my clients (one of my female clients’ child was in the waiting room at the time) I shut down, packed up and bought the first house I could with cash on hand the next week and we worked out of that location for two years while I looked for a nicer location. This was no easy search having depleted my cash reserves, on the quick move, while still having the expenses of taking care of my mom, grandmothers, and 7 children left on our doorstep.
Finally, I purchased a commercial building on the main street of the city, near the airport, and these days my clients pull in off the fast traffic street, park in the rear, and use the side entrance never noticed by the world going by. Because I still have not recovered from dumping my savings on that other building, I am still slowly remodeling the current location when I have the time… something I have little of, because I am either out of town speaking, removing hairs, chasing children, or running errands, or writing on this web site. If any of you have connections to one of those remodling shows, send them my way!
See, there are no quick, easy answers with me.
And as for your other post, I know lots of T’s who have done Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation, but none who thought it was the end all, be all, and most thought they had overpaid, and were underdelivered.
I am now finishing up on a gal who spend $4,000 on LASER who said this week, “I wish I had known enough to put that money on this back then.”
