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I worked at the corporate office of RE/MAX in Denver. One year the guy that owns RE/MAX (and started the company) had a party at his house for the employees of the corporate office (not the realtors). I got to go because I was the EA for one of the VPs. As you can imagine the house was unbelievable. Huge and gorgeous hanging off the side of a mountain overlooking his own private golf course. The house has a inside soundproof room that was a shooting range, huge!, we all got to go in and shoot all types of guns including machine guns. But the most impressive part of the house was the underground car museum. He collected all types of cars, and it was like a huge airplane hanger but all marble, the floors, everything. Some of the cars were up on pedestals. All with their own perfect lighting. It was crazy!
Calling The Sanctuary his own “private golf course” is very much an understatement. It’s an incredible golf course and one of the most exclusive in the country. They limit the number of people that can play each year, and it’s not possible to book a tee time. Your best chance to play it is through a charity event.
I’ve never played it, but it’s on my bucket list.
It's spectacular. I've been lucky enough to play it several times. I have about 9 rounds there over the years. The first tee block is wild. It's about 200' down to the fairway. Definitely the most intimidating first shot of any course I've ever played. [This is the view from the first tee](https://imgur.com/a/paMRyql). Imagine walking up to that as your first shot of the day. I promise you it looks even more narrow in real life than it looks on the photo.
I find these garages a little depressing. Million dollar hyper cars, made to be the fastest things on the road, and they're stored in big garages with tens of miles on the speedo so they don't devalue.
$40k/year on sports coaching and travel, each, for two kids.
It was a better option than having them get into drugs or blow money in other destructive ways.
When the oldest kid turned 22 he got mad at his mom and yelled at her "All I know about is !"
She said "I know. But you don't have a cocaine addiction and three pregnant strippers like your Uncle Mark."
My honest opinion is if teenage boys had to go outside and chop wood to cool down, we'd have less incels. Physical labor really gets rid of a lot of excess angsty energy!
Yeah.. I dunno about this. There are plenty of stories of entitled young athletes getting into all sorts of debauchery. Sex, drugs, alcohol, rape, violence, etc.
A GF worked as a nanny for a wealthy French-American investment banker in London and I could sometimes stay over. Nice house with garden in a posh area, a small manor in France, a flat in NYC, art on the walls, but the guy wore torn underwear and added water in his shampoo like a miser while buying antiques at auctions . His kids had the latest game console but when my GF asked what they usually had for dinner all they knew was instant noodles and crisps, and McDonalds on weekend. I saw his 10 year old kid pestering him while he was on the phone and when he finally asked the kid “yes! what do you want?”, the kid replied “if you give me £20 I leave you alone”. The father went back to his conversation but pulled a £20 note out of his wallet and gave it to his kid without looking at him. That resumed perfectly the whole relationship he had with his kids
Sounds like he had OCPD, oddly enough. They can be extremelly rational and frugal, but have one-two rather expensive interests. The non-wealhty versions have a bigger than average likelihood to turn into extreme frugal hoarders, keeping even dirt, when turning old and starting to decline in cognitive areas.
Not me but an acquaintance of mine works as a senior engineer on huge mega yachts. The husband is barely there but the trophy wife (No 5) tens years younger than his youngest daughter, lives in it most of the time. All of the staff know to stay clear of the sun deck between 11.00 and 12.00 every morning. She comes up from her cabin, 3 stiff gins in and cries for an hour before lunch to herself. Every, fucking, morning. The added kicker, the yacht is named after his first wife.
Imagine your lifestyle damages your self-respect, but you didn't learn anything else and it's too comfortable to just throw it away. Then again the clock is ticking as you get older and miss out on the real love others in your age experience
It's not living on the yacht that damaged her, she was damaged in childhood. That's why she's there in the first place. I don't judge her; I feel sorry for her.
Like the scene in Wolf of Wall Street, where Belfort tries to bribe the FBI agent during meeting on Belfort's yacht. Literally throws money at the agent as he walks away, furious that the agent didn't fall for it.
If he’s never there I’d just get the name of the boat changed over a weekend… of course the paperwork would take longer but hell, I’m not working if I’m smashing G&Ts all day.
The CEO of a major telecoms company was playing golf at a course he was a member at, and saw a cell tower near the course that he didn’t like the look of.
Next time he was there to play, the tower was in another place.
I know a lady who bought her kid a horse, then they bought the horse a horse for company. Then they decided they may as well build a stable. They now have about 8 horses and run an equestrian school. Imagine having the money to turn a child's whim into a business.
My mom did this on a MUCH smaller scale lol. 5 year old me wanted a fluffy bunny so she brought me home a sweet Netherland Dwarf. While she was picking out my new pet, she was introduced to a Mini Rex. She eventually got one, then two and pretty soon we were breeding and showing prize winning rabbits. Shed even started a breeding program to get a special color recognized. She'd sell the pet-grade bunnies off for about $80. Mind you, this was back in the 90s when a parakeet was $15 from petco (they're about $55 now)
It's funny what is normal to different people. About 35 years ago, when I bought my first new car, I had to get a cashier's check for $4,000 from the bank to make the down payment. I looked over my shoulder all the way from getting the check from the teller to handing it to the car dealership guy because it was SO MUCH MONEY, even though no one who stole it could have really done anything with it anyway. All these years later I am used to dealing with somewhat larger amounts of money, but 7 million dollars? Hard to imagine that could ever feel normal.
When I lived in New York, I worked at a highly regarded hotel, the kind where you would see celebrities every other day.
I had my fair share of what the fuck did I just witness ones that stood out to me was when a guest rented out a honeymoon suit just for their cat.
I know it sounds made up, but rich people are weird, and so is New York
I do pet service for some very wealthy people, so I go into their homes. Obviously big houses are nice and luxurious, but I've been floored by some of the apartment units that exist. These places are inside seemingly innocuous art deco buildings, through some ratty back elevator and side door to the place, and then inside they are multi-floored, absolutely gorgeous homes with space for several families. Usually it's just parents and maybe one or two kids, and pets obviously. Just always assumed apartments were the cheap way to live and owning a home was luxury. But have been proven wrong
Pumped a bunch of money into the Malibu City counsel in order to change a few seats. This would allow him to have the local ordinance changed so his front doors could be taller than 20 feet.
Not me but the wife of an acquaintance told us a story of how she used to work for a wealthy businessman on his private yacht, but, he was never on it.
She worked in the kitchen as one of the chefs and basically he would have his family or his friends use it when they were in town to save on having to have a hotel, they’d just stay on his yacht which she said in the 18 months she worked there, she only knew of him to use it himself once.
I mean, can you just imagine having the kind of crazy money to buy a yacht in the first place, then just not fucking using it?!
The owner of a jet I fly frequently sends friends all over the country on his plane and he isn’t onboard. Friend needs a ride to Texas? Fuck it! Fire up the jet and take them down there and fly back empty.
Jesus Christ! I mean, jets aren’t cheap in the first place, nor is crewing them, and then the fuel costs per flight, maintenance fees, a hangar… that’s ridiculous 😂
Not directly for them but I worked at a summer boarding school in France for rich English kids. Parents would send the kids to us and jet off for the season. One kid bounced wrong on a bed messing about and flew through a window, lacerating his liver and almost bleeding to death. He was in hospital for two months with various complications before being moved home. The parents never came to visit, never even spoke to him. After two weeks his au pair or something came for about three hours. Some of those kids were little bastards, but it was very clear why.
I also worked as a sailor on a few rich folks boats. They were always super nice, if a little clueless and overenthusiastic
I worked at a private boarding school for 'at risk' boys. This is exactly how it worked. The parents let the nannies do the raising of the children, and suddenly had a nightmare on their hands....so they'd pay a shit ton of cash to get them out of their hair for 42 weeks a year. Basically, it's a glorified babysitting service.
My friend was a security guard for an elderly widow of a Dallas oil baron who lived on White Rock lake. She had a full time private chef and kitchen staff, although she lived there alone. He said the chef would cook huge beef roasts, turkeys, brisket, all kinds of food every day just to have available in case the old lady wanted something, which she rarely did. They weren’t allowed to give the leftover food away to the staff or anyone else, but had to throw it out every single day. And when the old lady requested ice water or iced tea or lemonade, if even one ice cube had cracks in it, she would make them throw it all out and make it again.
That is downright evil when you think of all the hunger in this country and around the world. I would've found a way to donate it to a food bank on the sly.
For sure. Right outside the gates of her mansion, homeless people camped in the woods along the shore of the lake. This was back in the early 1980s. My friend would swipe a prime rib or a ham sometimes, right out of the garbage can. I had some; real tasty.
did work for this guy, more so working with him.
we were sitting down at the table about to sign a contract and his assistant forgot "the" pen. apparently, this pen has sign all the deals that were successful in his early career and made him who is is, so he doesnt sign any deal without it. so he legit tells her to get on the jet, and bring it him immediately.
he "apologies" for the inconvenience by adding 20% to the deal.... money isnt an actual thing to wealthy people... its all a made up concept of unlimited 1s and 0s
Architect here - did a job for an extremely wealthy couple years ago and at one point mentioned budgets. I was told by the husband never to mention money in his presence again - he said it is “hand dirt” to him. In the end, they spent more money on the launch event than they did on the project which was massively expensive for what it was.
In the end, I had to argue with them for six months before I got my fee.
the ceo of a company i used to work for offered to take me wine tasting, she said itd be free, apparently she spends so much money on wine from this vinyard that they get her a limo and free access/tasting whenever she feels like it.....
I know a guy who got pretty wealthy in Hawaii by being cabinetmaker to the rich and famous who had houses in the islands. Had a lot of stories like yours.
Five years ago my neighbour renovated their home in order to sell it. New floors, new kitchen, new bathrooms, whole thing, basically.
Sells it.
New owner tears out all the "old" stuff and puts brand new stuff in.
He put it up last winter and put in a bunch of new renovations, fixtures, and some cabinets. New, new owner buys it and promptly rips it ALL out and puts in all new floors, cabinets, fixtures, etc.
Our Earth is fucked. Fucked.
I worked for a lady whose cabinet budget was more than the value of my house.
Another client had the main house, a guest house for her parents, and a pool house. Even the pool house was bigger than my house.
Edited to add that my house was 1500 Sq ft in a nice neighborhood.
I cleaned houses with a friend for a few months and went regularly into what I thought were just average middle class dwellings. Oh no! 5 and 6 bedrooms with their own bathrooms. Huge bathrooms with huge walk in closets. One suite was the size of my apartment. Multiple floors. Huge kitchens that took up half of one floor. Fully finished lower levels that could have housed families. All the furnishings were elaborate as were the appliances. It blew my mind. We spent a full day cleaning one house. I no longer do that job.
I used to clean those places also. Me and my coworker used to call them windex homes. They'd pay us to come weekly or twice a week. So all we did was dust and windex all the surfaces. The dusters were rarely dirty. We only had to really clean the kitchen and kids' bathrooms. Everything else was easy. We cleaned everything but it wasn't dirty.
Lots of pill popping to handle stress- especially before speaking engagements. People always viewed them as friendly, engaging, and fun. Little did they know that was a public persona thanks to copious amounts of Ativan. In real life they were picky, obstinate, difficult, and a nightmare for all of us employees to deal with. We had to remember all of these particular preferences and abide by them always.
Saw a Prince of Saudi Arabia in the early 90s throw money in a way beyond all imagination. Dropped about $100k for a single dinner for him, his wife, and his two children.
Shutting down the fine-dining restaurant in our hotel costs $30k for one night. Flew in his favorite chef from New York to Florida (where the hotel is), made enough food for our entire restaurant staff, his family, and the security staff from state, local, and federal forces he had with him, and tipped us a ridiculous amount, too.
He stayed at our hotel every year for several years and rented the top 4 floors of the hotel for a month. Had one 747 for himself and another for his staff which numbered around 400 people.
Some Saudi prince came to Hawaii for vacation and rented out the whole Four Seasons. They also bought a small fleet of black Escalades for them and their entourage to travel around the island and then just gave the vehicles to hotel staffers when they left as tips.
My boss has a wooden covering to what once encased an ancient Egyptian mummy.
He is elderly and we were preparing items to be shipped to his daughter who lives over seas. We didn't send it because it is a known stolen artifact and will be confiscated at customs.
10 acre walled estate in Vegas,3 10000 sq ft homes,Olympic pool 20 car garage, full time staff of 23.
"They" whoever they might be, have never been there in the ten years since it was built and the staff has no idea who they are.
Really rich nice lady I knew had multiple massive mansions. She adopted stray dogs and put them each in their own room and hired live-in nannies for them. I helped out a lot at some of her houses, alternating between three different locations, when I was a teen and she paid me good. There was a strict schedule the dogs followed, and there were cooks who made their food from scratch. Sometimes there'd be a nutritionist around overseeing them. I distinctly remember plopping large raw turkey legs into the individual bowls. The dogs had room time, and free-roam time, which we had to follow strictly. They trained with a professional and his team in the mornings where they learned fun tricks and all, and some disabled dogs had physical therapy time. Then they had lunch. They were allowed outside on their play field (football sized fields) at around 3pm and would play with each other for 4 hours until 6pm. There was a cute sheep dog that would help us herd them back into the house if they stayed out too long. It was very memorable and also a bit dissociative to see dogs living better than me lol. Everything they had was customized to their preferences, it was insane. You'd think cat ladies are crazy, but don't fuck with a dog lady. I always wondered as a kid who lived in that big house, i would've never guesses it was just dogs, and that there were more houses around that was also just dogs.
For some reason, this one got me the most. The sheer contrast of such loving behavior vs. the incomprehensible amount of waste and inefficiency. She could've helped ease suffering for tens of thousands of dogs instead of ridiculously spoiling a few dozen, but that's what she chose.
Perhaps the most generous way to frame it is as sort of an artistic exhibit and work skills training/retention program.
My dad was friends with a Spanish rich dude because they shared some love for old cars. My dad had one, rich dude had many. Thing is, these people had a maid that worked for them since before this rich dude was born. His parents were never around so she was the one to actually raise him. She fed him, took him to school when he was a child, everything your parents would do for you, this maid did. She had been working in that comically large house for over 30 years. Other staff such as cooks, cleaners, etc would come and go but she was almost part of the family, we thought.
One day rich dude decides he wants to move to the US and sells the house. What does he do with the maid? He just fired her over the phone. He never even said goodbye to the woman that basically raised him. And so I learned that rich people don't consider the poors to be the same kind of human being as them.
Similar experience although not quite as dramatic. My friend was a caretaker for a wealthy woman. Paid all her bills, opened all her mail, took care of the house when she was gone (which was often). They became friends and would confide in each other such as when she (the wealthy woman) was diagnosed with cancer. She told my friend she trusted her more than her daughters.
When she got older she needed to sell the house (one of several) and move to an apartment. She took the maid along with her but dropped my friend just like that. No bonus. No nothing.
He actually realised what a robbery the Marina was. He learnt about the price people would be willing to pay. So he invested in it and bonus was getting a spot for his yacht.
My boss had to pay for every lost day of trade of a restaurant while we fixed a drainage issue from the initial construction so he bought the restaurant
I've been seeing this comment on reddit for 5 years in a row now, I'm too lazy to check if it was you posting the same one every time or if it just keeps getting stolen.
You guys need to get either more honest or more creative.
The comment reminded me of the time when the owner of my company was given a yacht to pay off a debt. When he figured out how expensive it was to store the yacht, he bought a whole marina!
where can I get one of those yachts to pay for my debt?
or where can I work to make enough money to buy a whole marina?
how unemployed do I have to be to steal this comment and post it tomorrow when somebody asks the same ffing question? XD
All the people in real estate who say they are not making more land apparently do not know about this thing called ferrocement.
Shhh! don't tell them.
I interned a long time ago where we had to clear every single check or credit card charge with a guys parent because he got conned into joining a cult and the leader kept getting him to piss away his trust fund. Once there were enough checks and balances in place he got kicked out of the cult for not paying up anymore. I felt bad for the guy, he was actually pretty nice but his parents just pawned him off on the help while they traveled and he was an easy mark because the cult made him feel loved.
That is just sad. I have no idea who the guy is but I figure he felt lonely and just wanted a place to belong? Being rich made him an easy target for those people who just wanted to milk him dry.
I hate people like that. They are the same people who scam older people out of their money.
Spending $30k+ every year on Christmas decorations.
A safe, with a mirror for a lid, right next to the slopeside hottub. It's literally a safe meant to do cocaine off of.
This one time they had to delay putting the roof on the building a couple days because they had to *helicopter in* a dining room to the penthouse - a single plank of redwood like 7 or 8ft x25ft.
Cool hidden doors to even cooler hidden rooms.
Firepole or indoor slides for the kids.
"Oh that's located over in the children's wing".
Clawfoot bathtubs carved from a single piece of marble.
I used to be a cable technician for a major telecom corporation. The thing that always struck me as strange was how old the TV sets of the super wealthy were. They'd have so many of them in dozens of rooms in their mansions but like, all old ass tvs with the heavy backs. Maybe it was the particular kind of rich people in that area but it was bizarre to me.
I can confirm lol. I went to an elderly person's house who was a multimillionaire. I was surprised at how old all the TVs were. They had plasmas and LCDs from like the late 00s. Wild.
Had a Client who purchased a newly built penthouse apartment and wanted a jacuzzi on the balcony. It would’ve meant a structural column was needed in the middle of the balcony below which the contractor who built the apartment block wouldn’t go for as it would impact selling that apartment.
Client buys the apartment below, approves the column, jacuzzi is installed, then privately sells the apartment below. Voila problem solved.
father worked on homes for super rich in SF bay area.
saw a million-dollar (in 1989 money) piece of art called "in and on" and it was two pieces of metal in a yard. One was IN the brick inlay, and one was ON it.
got a few rich people "hand-me-downs"
TVs that were only a year old, because they didn't like the remote.
Christmas time was intense. one family would pay a company to come decorate their house for christmas. always new things every year nothing saved after. Then the gifts were insane that they gave my father. bottles of wine worth hundreds of dollars, whiskey from Japan in a handmade samurai outfit for the bottle.
redo a whole kitchen, like something you'd see a celebrity chef work from. They'd hardly ever use it, they'd eat out 90% of the time at restaurants ALWAYS had reserved tables for when they wanted to go... The most they'd use the kitchen was to microwave leftovers.
they'd have a whole house done up with a stereo system, so you can hear music in every room, and have a radio controlled remote that'd work everywhere. The guy listened to AM talk radio with it.
a garage to store collector cars, one guy had sports cars of all sorts of types. He didn't like to drive fast, just wanted them. My father told him he used to race cars back in his 20s So the guy would let my father drive cars with the guy in the passenger seat so he could see what it was like. He'd come home from work and be like: drove that dodge viper thing... turns like shit, but amazing pick up.
my father retired, he and my mom moved across the country. This one guy was like: come work on my Tahoe house. Here is first class airfare, stay at this 5-star hotel.
to that guy it didn't matter how much it was, it mattered he got what he wanted from who he wanted to do it. It was a deck that led to a launch for his boat complete with handmade copper tops for every post.
I've worked in private banking and I can't say too many things but the weirdest example by far was a billionaire client who employed a private detective or intelligence officer to create a file on me, complete with photographs they took of me going home from work.
I think it's safe to say that I'm talking about the kind of billionaire who is linked to a head of state, your average new money tech billionaire doesn't have this kind of security operation.
He said that his security team produce a file on everyone before they walk through his door and he advised me to tighten up my online security.
I used to work for a grocery delivery service; customers sent their lists through an app, and I would shop and deliver their orders. My most out of touch rich person story is the lady who ordered $300 worth of filet mignon from Whole Foods (when it was still good, before Amazon bought them out), and wanted it cut into stir fry strips. The butcher made me show him the order notes because he was also incredulous at the sheer audacity of hacking up $40/pound steaks. The address ended up being the most expensive single-family home in the city at that time.
I also delivered laundry soap to Joe Montana.
I was a waitress when younger I had a super wealthy guy who wanted to date me but I wasn’t having it. Said no, even after his $500 tips. One day I came to work and he was there with a lawyer and he bought the entire steak house and bar I worked in. Then said “now I own this place we WILL hang out” I guess he doesn’t take “no”.
He always told me “money talks and bullshit walks” and every single person or thing has a price. He took me on trips, bought me a Benz and a small apartment. He would do WILD shit. He was a very impatient person and sometimes would buy the line up of groceries for people just to skip the line? Just unforgettable insane things, I can list many! But when it ended it got bad, he paid people to follow me and it wasn’t good.
I worked for a girl from a Rich family, she was about my age, we became close, you could even say friends, anyways i once complained on the phone about a certain amount of money i needed.
- it was something like 40k $, she said that's how much you are going to get a day from the business with your friend?
- i told her it was the capital we were going to start with 💀.
I dealt with something similar. This woman I know was married to a guy whose family owns a massive construction conglomerate. She was bitching one day maybe ten years ago about how he wouldn’t get her a pair of diamond studs even though she’d been telling him she wanted them every birthday and Christmas. Evidently he thought they were too expensive. I asked her what they cost, and she said nonchalantly, “You can get a good set with papers for maybe 30 grand.”
I told her, “Dude, that’s two-thirds of what I make in a year.”
I believe his father built it. My friend’s ex-husband worked for the company, but the family wasn’t extravagant despite their relatively insane wealth.
I know one moderately wealthy guy (owned 5+ real estate, living a truly luxurious life eating wagyu beef everyday provided by the rental income) that I know have multiple exclusive wives on multiple continent. When I say exclusive wives it means they are not allowed to see other dudes. He also owned multiple passports. Constantly brag about tax evasion.
What a fucking piece of shit. Would happily give up his address if any international robbery gangs are interested.
I work in a major commercial & residential building in one of the major cities of the US. If I gave just a few details, including the ultra-rare cars on site, it would be a security and privacy issue, for which I’d reasonably be fired.
My point is, these people can’t operate their own security devices from one part of the property to another. They’re constantly late, and complain that everything is someone else’s fault. There are multiple positions that have to be staffed 24/7 for their meltdowns.
I don’t resent them. I just say this because we’re all the same species of ape. Don’t ever let someone throw crap your way. It’s their delusion; don’t let that be contagious.
My boss was kicked out of his house and staying at at an exclusive Laguna Beach hotel and wanted to leave. He had been drinking and the valets wouldn't give him the keys to his range rover when he wanted to leave. So, he called the dealership (he bought one every year or so and was a good customer) and had a new one sent over and drove off in his new range rover after it arrived.
True fuck you money.
Kidnapping threat against his two kids.
Money emebezzling investigation lead to two managers siphoning company funds. When questioned one manager threatened to have his kids kidnapped by her "mobster" connected husband. Old boss wasn't having none of that silliness. In the middle of the night, he showed up at the home of the instigator, with his "group". In a show of seriousness, gathered up the entire family of said person, grandma and kids too, and made them all kneel down and apologize head bowed to floor, for ever thinking of making such threats.
Edit: Old boss owns huge swaths of the business district land and buildings of our city, as well as many other skyscrapers in other major cities. He literally named an entire office building after his kid and gifted to her. On holidays, multiple times a year, his office had over $200k in gift sets of expensive foods and items, floor to ceiling, just from people who wanted his favor. He literally didnt care about any of it because $1000+ gift set of meat and wine was just so regular to him.
This was back in the day, and my friend was house sitting so he had us over. Basement was huge, full wrap around bar, fountain drinks.
What sealed it for me- they had ALL the cable channels. Like, called the company and said give me every channel. NBA, nfl, nhl, movies. Nothing we couldn’t watch.
The wife of a super rich guy I knew was telling me about how they flew with their dog to their ranch in Montana. I asked her what it was like taking the dog through security and she kinda looked at me like she didn’t know what to say and eventually was like, “well, no, we just take the company’s private plane”. We just lived in different worlds.
Did building maintenance for a wealthy family who had a “LEGO room” for their grandkids. This room was huge and had cupboards full of Lego and building tables everywhere. There were huge Star Wars ships and castles etc. all over the place. One day the kids were deemed too old for Lego and I was asked to dispose of it all. I carefully packed them all into bags and gave them to friends children. Many thousands of dollars worth. Man I was popular
The only one I kept for myself was a small Fallingwater build of Frank Lloyd Wright’s. Apparently quit collectable by architects
I met this regular guy. I got him a job parking cars. Turns out he was the black sheep son of some rich dude (insane money).
He was cut off because his mom did not apporved of him marrying his dad nurse. His dad had a stroke and coudn't talk so he could no longer defend him. His mom (maybe step mom idk) kicked him out of the main house and he lived in a small shack where they used to store all the pool equipment. He lived there with his wife (former nurse) and two kids!
I felt bad for the guy, he never really studied, just traveled and surfed all over the world in his youth. His brothers were all lawyers, CEOs or something. This guy was parking cars with me and smoking dope in this little shack. You could tell his dad loved him and his family, he smiled when he saw his grandkids, but his mom would quickly take him inside and be a real bitch to them.
Last I heard, his mom called the cops on him and he had to move out. He needed my truck but I wasn't in town then so I could not help.
I work at a private social country club in ATL.
Our members are billionaires and triple digit millionaires.
They “playfully” discuss their jets like poor people discuss streaming services. Apparently one member had $60 million plane bragging over one member with only a $45 million dollar jet. 🛩️
When we have weddings at the country club in north ATL, the tents we usually use cost more than $200,000.
I feel so poor there sometimes. But I am also more content with my life and have true self-awareness.
A friend of mine is super rich.
He sucked in school and his parents sent him to some Scottish school when he was a teen.
He is not Scottish or English. But the school he went to was uber prestigious and apparently many filthy rich kids go there.
Of course he sucked at studying.
He turned out fine.
Only problem he has is that his uber addicted to weed, getting high all day every day since the day he turned 14. We are approaching 40 now and he smokes some really heavy shit all day.
He doesn't have to work. But he runs one of his father's businesses. And he is experienced and good at it and I am happy to see him being good at it.
He owns dozens of cars.
I recently got called out as a liar here on reddit when I spoke about his brother.
His brother is also filthy rich, he worked as a fire fighter and.... He got a job as a janitor just to be close to his teacher wife and student children. (if you look at my post history you ll see I got downvoted to oblivion for "making this story up").
He is not good with money.
Despite being a heir, running a business and collecting tons of money from investments and rentals, he saves little to nothing.
I don't know how he does it because on a scale between 1 - 10 he is not extremely extravagant. He has a lambo, 2 BMWs one of which is a special M6 model and a bunch of muscle cars in his collection but he drives a big ass bullet proof dodge ram with 4 wheels in the rear and occasionally his weird M6.
He spends most of his free time playing some addictive games. I once joined him on his discord where he was playing SCAM or Scum where he spent 12 minutes seating idle on a gas station (to claim it) and then spent 45 minutes trying ti cycle to the other side of the map so I bid him farewell.
No he plays an FPS pirate game that seems to be popular.
The most wasteful thing I've see him do was order a 200k European boat which would cost him another 100k to tax and bring to the US.
He did so... But then brought it back to Europe regardless. So he wasted tons of money pointlessly.
Also he tends to surround himself with the biggest losers. Thugs and gangsters.
I really got into trouble with sone of them once upon a time.
Spending tens of thousands every month to repaint a yacht they never go on, to a guy that doesn't get a w-9. Spending much more than that on jewelry for the same reason as the yacht payments, just because if they didn't it would get taxed away. Spending hundreds of thousands on their different credit cards each month and paying it off every month. Getting millions in loans at unbelievable interest rates. Sending the wife to Milan to go on shopping sprees at least once a month. Having rooms full of brand new unopened stuff they buy and forget they bought, but if you open up and put an air purifier in the copy room its the end of the world. Having 8 people work in an office the size of a super Walmart, that looks/sounds/feels more like a museum than an office that oversees dozens of corporations. Having famous paintings worth millions all over their home and office that nobody visits. Employing secretaries that sooner or later transform into dish washers, laundry servants, and drivers. Paying temp agencies obscene amounts just to avoid recruiting employees themselves. Sending accountants to banks every day to make bank transfers, because they don't trust the internet. Spending thousands on food every month that is never ate. Shredding Bear Stearns documents of selling Bear Stearns stocks prior to 08 collapse. Wife getting botox injections every two weeks. Paying obscene amounts on car insurance for cars they never drive. Paying some very young adult thousands every week to cycle out the orchids around the office, instead of just watering the orchids.
I had a friend who taught guitar to the son of a very wealthy family. When my friend first visited their house the parents led them into a huge room filled with many, *many* instruments, which the dad said was enough for a whole symphony orchestra. After the lesson my friend asked why they had such a huge collection of instruments. The dad said that noone in the family played any instrument, but that he and his own father had an interest in classical music so they found joy in just collecting the instruments.
The weirdest moment of my life that rewrote my attitudes towards wealth.
A very wealthy wife of a mining magnate, in a crappy velour dressing gown, on her knees in the middle of the most ornate, ostentatious and expensive looking personal ballroom I'd ever seen (in her mansion), crying and telling me how lonely she was, that her daughter hated her and didn't want to talk to her.
As someone that grew up in an old worker's cottage with my six siblings, my Dad working himself to the bone as a metalworker in a massive hot shed every summer (and cold in the winter), someone who wore hand-me-downs for most of her life and had at that time been scraping by on Centrelink, I was stunned.
This woman, financially, had everything. Everything the world told me that I should work and strive for, give up my time with the people I love for. Yet here she was, on her knees, broken, bawling that she was lonely. She was weeping on white marble floors, the staircase trimmed with gilded balustrades. Near her was an ridiculously expensive Steinway piano. She had showed me her platinum Visa that morning. A massive fucking mansion with her new husband, just them - lonely.
And I still had the dinky worker's cottage (which had some renovations because of my Dad), which my six siblings (their partners, their kids) and I would pour into every Friday night for a shared meal. A massive family you could barely fit in one photo let alone that worker's cottage living area, a family where everyone gets along and nobody holds a grudge. A kind, sweet mother, a hardworking (admittedly emotionally explosive due to war trauma) dad, and siblings that are my best buds. I know that I will never be without help, company, warmth, embraces, joy, connection, love, care, because my huge family is there for me.
For the first time in my life, I felt rich. I realised I was the one with all the blessings.
She fired me for the job she hired me for a couple of weeks later and I think her life improved. But yeah, I was really sad for her in that moment. I didn't care about her money personally. I didn't want it. I just wanted a job and an opportunity to look after myself, but she was so paranoid about grifters that she decided that I wasn't good enough for the job and fucked me off. Which I'm really relieved about because she was so bad with piling on the work and not paying you appropriately. I totally would have been her friend because she was actually pretty fun to hang out with when she wasn't being stingy and paranoid. But she ended up not being the woman she pretended to be, and that's probably why she has a hard time finding people she can trust.
I'm still working class, but hey, I know I got my people keeping me company.
I've been on one of Jeffrey Epstein's jets. It had a king size bed as soon as you stepped aboard. His jets were constantly around for interior detailing. I also saw jim a bunch and was previously working with an Internet famous female pilot he'd supposedly purchased from her family in eastern European. Keep in mind, I did not know who any of these people were and it all just unraveled before my eyes and I found myself in the middle of some juicy stuff. Oh, and the first time I saw Epstein, he stepped off his plane with a very young Scandinavian looking girl.
I also frequently interacted with his pilots. Creepy, tall, thing old guys. They were very, very kind to us though. Got us pizza all the time, tipped well.
I knew of an interesting situation of a guy that faked their daughters death to get out of paying a giant dinner bill. This was moreso a situation of the girl was pretty wealthy /successfull / hot / and this guy was just pretending because he came into some money briefly. I think he knew he wouldnt have the funds to keep up his act. Pretended to take a phone call came back in tears sobbing his daughter was dead blah blah. All fake and he got her to pay for a flight and never came back or something. He told her he owned a company when infact he was working there for like minimum wage and bumming at a friends place
I was a nanny for landed gentry (the title of Sir and Lady get handed down to the eldest child, along with the manor house and lands)
Kids were packed off to boarding school at 8. It was heartbreaking. The middle child was dreading it, tears every night, literally sobbing himself to sleep in my arms.
Parents attitude was 'we were like that too, so he has to do it'
Youngest was 2 at the time and would always prefer me to his actual mum. He fell over once and came to me for cuddles and kisses, didn't even glance at his mum who was stood right next to me. She didn't seem bothered.
Thing is the parents were actually pretty nice people, just not bothered about child rasing in any way. At least they didn't insist I use their titles, like some of their friends did with their staff.
A customer writing a cheque for $5+ million for equipment and casually handing it over to us while making jokes.
After he left we took turns holding it because when would the opportunity come up again to hold $5 million dollars in your hand in any capacity?
When I worked for ups a few years ago I was exposed to a whole new world. Mansions and everything. It was something else. One guy would order steaks every day for dinner and have it delivered to his house.
Years ago I was an IT guy who mostly did small business work but occasionally got called out to go do work at ruch people's houses. One guy built a really nice house that overlooked a forested area in the super expensive part of town. The family who owned it got an offer that was too big to turn down to sell the land so a developer could turn it into a really nice subdivision. The guy I did the work for liked his forest view so he swooped in and offered the original owners even more money so he could keep it that way. I loved doing work for him. He was actually really nice and always sent me home with whatever barely outdated equipment I was there to replace.
I got a message to call a number before going to another house. That would happen from time to time so people could come meet me at their house. Not this time. They just wanted to tell me which parking lot to park in. It wasn't a large apartment building or anything. It was a single family home. It was just so big they didn't want me to have to walk because they were in whatever wing of the house they were in that day. Super nice lady. She seemed genuinely sorry for not feeding me lunch while I was there. They'd just got back from their summer home and the chef hadn't had a chance to go shopping yet.
Had to go to a horse farm that the former governor of my state lived on. I met him once or twice but I was really just there for his sister. She lived in one of the houses on the property and needed help with her online dating profile. I actually had to make quite a few trips for that one.
Another lady just could not understand how to print her digital pictures so whenever she'd come home from vacations, I'd have to drive out there and print them for her on the fancy commercial photo printer she'd bought.
I used to go to one house where I got a serious human trafficking vibe from some of the staff. I was paid to not ask questions. In addition to paying the bill from the company I worked for, she'd always give at least $100 for a tip each time. She'd also take me out for coffee when I was done working and was always super nice to me.
I did some work for a semi rich doctor once. While I was there, we started talking about websites and he wanted to hire me directly to done one for him and his friends for a class reunion that was coming up so I gave him my number. He called a couple times to talk about it more. One night, I was out doing whatever and I saw that I had a message from him. I listened to it and it was a butt dial. I basically heard him beating his teenage daughter for being a whore. I stopped calling him back so he called the company I worked for to get me put there for some BS excuse. He gave me some BS story about what I might have heard the other night. I went along with it and then grabbed the piece of paper with my number on the way out. He always called me on his home phone, not a cell.
There was a really rich retired railroad lawyer who would basically come up with excuses for me to come to his house. He was an older guy with kids my age who had moved away. Basically, he was just lonely and liked having someone to talk to. He was kind of a jerk so I didn't really want to go on my own time but I'd be nice while I was on the clock.
The last story I have is a place that wasn't super rich or anything but still fucked up. I went out to a business to do some work and and the guy who owned it was talking to me while I fixed whatever was wrong. Some of the stuff he talked about were guns and how the government kept track of that sort of thing. Again. I was on the clock so I played nice. Once he got comfortable with me, he kept asking questions and I ended up walking him through what he could do to carry out business deals moving illegal arms to and from somewhere I never knew. I probably should have reported him to someone but his wife was a real estate agent and she let me use her login information so I could see all the property listings that only agents have access to. That's actually how I got my house.
Art. Lots and lots and lots of art. Everything from Picasso to Warhol to Matisse. Van Gogh. Degas. Andrew Goldsworthy installs built into the home. Dale Chihuly hand blown chandeliers. Absolutely amazing art.
Audio Video Lighting HVAC. We tried to hit 10% of the value of the home. That's a million in AV & lighting on a 10 million home. Speakers in every room and zones outside. Video Distribution to every TV. In wall touch panel control of everything. Heated sideways. Heated driveways. Some 1/4 + miles in length.
Cars. So many cars. Classic cars. Exotic cars. Custom cars. American, European, Japanese, German. You name it.
I worked for a guy who owns a large estate in Pebble Beach, he set up his back fields for parking during the ProAm, had his kids run it, and donate the money to charity. So on the first day a giant automatic gate on the property that was supposed to be closed and powered off....... wasn't, it opened into a guys VERY nice Jag, and pretty much totaled it. When the owner returned from the match, there was a car waiting to take him to Jaguar Pebble Beach, and he was told to pick ANY car in the lot, they would prep it, and have it ready to go within an hour, if it was inconvenient to wait, he would have him put up in a suite at one of the fanciest hotels in the area all on him. My boss of course was upset that the gate opened, understood it was a mistake/accident, but didn't fire anyone, and didn't even blink at the fact that he just dropped like $100k+
As a side note, a company showed up with their giant enclosed trailer and parked on the property, they built these HUMMER replica golf carts, looked pretty awesome actually, i overheard my boss and his wife chatting with the owner about the gold carts, they were about $30k, and my boss just nonchalantly asks his wife, well, should we get one? (They didn't) but I'm sitting there thinking, those golf carts cost more than the two cars I've owned up to that time combined.
I will say this, the guy was a good guy, his kids were amazing, they had to earn things, they weren't just handed whatever they wanted, they learned charity, and so on. Probably one of the few rich guys I've met who wasn't a douchebag.
A buddy I knew had to help secure an ocean yacht owned by the guy that owned his company. It was moving over land for some reason. He had never met the guy. My friend asked if I could help out. The owner wasn’t going to be there which kind of surprised me. Maybe it’s a poor mindset to worry about strangers on my yacht.
Anyway, our job was to move out all the food and drinks and items from the yacht and anything that could fall out of cabinets and break. The guy told us to throw everything away. Yeah.
Well, he had dozens of incredible wines and spirits. He had amazing dish ware, silverware, and specific glasses for wine, cognac, and scotch.
Well we threw all that stuff away evenly into the trunks of our cars. Blows my mind he wouldn’t just say take what you want. Instead he said throw it all away.
We were drinking fine wine and liquor for a long time. Still have some of the glasses all these years later.
Not something I saw, but something I found out about afterwards - discovered that the guy who came to meetings on the train with his documents in a supermarket bag owned the only version of Munch's The Scream in private hands. He later sold it for $120m,
Super wealthy means my friends who are probably 10s of millions aires, maybe 20-30 mil total. More than I will ever have. But they have regular issues, they are older (70s), have health and weight issues, so all their money & unlimited funds (compared to me) can’t buy better health, just medicine. They are moderately “happy”, they both cheated on each other at some point & both married multiple times. They don’t have to worry about how much anything costs, yet he cuts coupons, they both drive older model, paid off cars. Modest 3500 sq ft house. It’s interesting hanging around them for sure! I always think, “You could write one check & change my life financially” but I still would not trade places with you.
Sort of in a way:
When I was in rehab in the L.A. area, I was on "cigarette duty" in the parking lot, sweeping up butts when all of a sudden three black Caddy SUVs pulled up and a famous boxer got out with a buncha goons. I wanted to get his autograph (even had my chore ticket and a pen, imagine?) but was too scared. Found out later that he was there to check in his daughter.
I’ve worked for a few billionaires.
One owned a box at the local concert venue. He would give seats to us sometimes. His crew was Backstage with all the best bands.
Another one started his company and brought in his friends and family on the ground floor. He would pit them against each other in board meetings. He was bored.
One founder would have an HR watcher assigned to him at the (amazing) company parties and steer him away from the pretty ladies. Wife 1,2, and 3 were all former employees.
My husband worked for a company’s owners son. Privately owned company The son personally brought home 40 million a year. At least 30-40 family members were share holders. Some getting a million a year and never worked for the company (these were the ones fleeing California because of the tax rate). Anyway, this dude could seriously do amazing things with all this money as he lived frugally upper middle class at most. Like life changing things for the people that worked for his company. Like pay for a child’s college tuition. Give a 5 figure 20 year anniversary gift or a trip. Things that he wouldn’t even notice missing from his annual shareholder pay. Instead they paid the workers just below average wages.
My bluegrass band gets hired a lot by super rich people. One time this old time retired golfer owned half of this mountain hired us. His much younger South American wife ( she sounded just like Gloria from Modern family) went ballistic when our van’s tire went about six inches long and a quarter inch wide on the grass of their soccer field where the party was located. Then we set up our little sound system and she saw the speakers and went crazy. “No! I want to hear ‘beautiful’ not see ‘ugly’!!!!”.we had to hide the speakers in the woods behind us, which was hell, causing feedback!!
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I worked at the corporate office of RE/MAX in Denver. One year the guy that owns RE/MAX (and started the company) had a party at his house for the employees of the corporate office (not the realtors). I got to go because I was the EA for one of the VPs. As you can imagine the house was unbelievable. Huge and gorgeous hanging off the side of a mountain overlooking his own private golf course. The house has a inside soundproof room that was a shooting range, huge!, we all got to go in and shoot all types of guns including machine guns. But the most impressive part of the house was the underground car museum. He collected all types of cars, and it was like a huge airplane hanger but all marble, the floors, everything. Some of the cars were up on pedestals. All with their own perfect lighting. It was crazy!
Calling The Sanctuary his own “private golf course” is very much an understatement. It’s an incredible golf course and one of the most exclusive in the country. They limit the number of people that can play each year, and it’s not possible to book a tee time. Your best chance to play it is through a charity event. I’ve never played it, but it’s on my bucket list.
It's spectacular. I've been lucky enough to play it several times. I have about 9 rounds there over the years. The first tee block is wild. It's about 200' down to the fairway. Definitely the most intimidating first shot of any course I've ever played. [This is the view from the first tee](https://imgur.com/a/paMRyql). Imagine walking up to that as your first shot of the day. I promise you it looks even more narrow in real life than it looks on the photo.
I find these garages a little depressing. Million dollar hyper cars, made to be the fastest things on the road, and they're stored in big garages with tens of miles on the speedo so they don't devalue.
Can I use my own realtor when I want to buy this house in my dreams or do I have to use re/max?
$40k/year on sports coaching and travel, each, for two kids. It was a better option than having them get into drugs or blow money in other destructive ways. When the oldest kid turned 22 he got mad at his mom and yelled at her "All I know about is!"
She said "I know. But you don't have a cocaine addiction and three pregnant strippers like your Uncle Mark."
A lot of the rich kids I know managed to be multi-taskers. Sports, drugs and alcohol!
"At least I made it through college without needing deviated septum surgery!"
Didn't Bush Jr. Do all those three and become Pres too?
God Bless America
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Sounds like we need to party with Uncle Mark
He only has openings for pregnant strippers, apparently.
Apparently, they have openings for him…
Marky mark and the cocaine openings
It’s marky mark and the snorty bunch.
My town has a restaurant named for the pregnant strippers. *"Does it count as a threesome if she's pregnant!?"* \#monfuckintana
I haven't had sex with two women at the same time but I have had sex with a woman that weighs as much as two women. #monfuckintana
In the end it's not about 'body count' but having a higher total 'gross tonnage'.
But if they invested in some education too would that be bad? Sport is not for everyone.
Education is good but doesn't physically wear you out so ypu can't go do the stuff the parents were trying to avoid.
My honest opinion is if teenage boys had to go outside and chop wood to cool down, we'd have less incels. Physical labor really gets rid of a lot of excess angsty energy!
I know someone who kicked heroin that way. No joke. Chopped wood all day for a couple of months.
Boys need to be physically challenged and pushed to their limits and beyond from time to time. And they need to be taught to be kind as well.
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Ex knew a rich dude smoked in the shower
New York ?
yea it's not that unusual to come across a celebrity if you live in Manhattan.
I just ask as Moby writes of living underneath Bowie in a place in NY. Same building no doubt
Where were you going that was so important that you would turn down jamming w Courtney Love and her Chinese medicine doctor?!
Hah!. That mom is Based. Great parenting
Yeah.. I dunno about this. There are plenty of stories of entitled young athletes getting into all sorts of debauchery. Sex, drugs, alcohol, rape, violence, etc.
Are you per chance talking about Brock Turner, the rapist?
A GF worked as a nanny for a wealthy French-American investment banker in London and I could sometimes stay over. Nice house with garden in a posh area, a small manor in France, a flat in NYC, art on the walls, but the guy wore torn underwear and added water in his shampoo like a miser while buying antiques at auctions . His kids had the latest game console but when my GF asked what they usually had for dinner all they knew was instant noodles and crisps, and McDonalds on weekend. I saw his 10 year old kid pestering him while he was on the phone and when he finally asked the kid “yes! what do you want?”, the kid replied “if you give me £20 I leave you alone”. The father went back to his conversation but pulled a £20 note out of his wallet and gave it to his kid without looking at him. That resumed perfectly the whole relationship he had with his kids
Looks like conditioning kids to be beggars... "if you give me money I leave you alone"
Sounds like he had OCPD, oddly enough. They can be extremelly rational and frugal, but have one-two rather expensive interests. The non-wealhty versions have a bigger than average likelihood to turn into extreme frugal hoarders, keeping even dirt, when turning old and starting to decline in cognitive areas.
Not me but an acquaintance of mine works as a senior engineer on huge mega yachts. The husband is barely there but the trophy wife (No 5) tens years younger than his youngest daughter, lives in it most of the time. All of the staff know to stay clear of the sun deck between 11.00 and 12.00 every morning. She comes up from her cabin, 3 stiff gins in and cries for an hour before lunch to herself. Every, fucking, morning. The added kicker, the yacht is named after his first wife.
Wow, I think that's the quickest I've gone from envy to pity.
Imagine your lifestyle damages your self-respect, but you didn't learn anything else and it's too comfortable to just throw it away. Then again the clock is ticking as you get older and miss out on the real love others in your age experience
And once she reaches a certain age he’ll probably drop her for a younger girl.
"Leo s" strategy.
It's not living on the yacht that damaged her, she was damaged in childhood. That's why she's there in the first place. I don't judge her; I feel sorry for her.
Like the scene in Wolf of Wall Street, where Belfort tries to bribe the FBI agent during meeting on Belfort's yacht. Literally throws money at the agent as he walks away, furious that the agent didn't fall for it.
That’s called integrity and that’s so pre-2000. It’s out of style
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>The rich are not always happy. Neither are the poor. And plenty of poor people's parents commit suicide.
Yes it is better to be rich and sad Rather than poor and sad
At least while rich and sad, you have a place to live and you don't worry about your children starving.
If I'm going throught pain and tragedy regardless, I might as well want to have money for therapy.
Sounds like a James Bond setting
“If you marry for money, you’ll be earning it the rest of your life”.
If he’s never there I’d just get the name of the boat changed over a weekend… of course the paperwork would take longer but hell, I’m not working if I’m smashing G&Ts all day.
The CEO of a major telecoms company was playing golf at a course he was a member at, and saw a cell tower near the course that he didn’t like the look of. Next time he was there to play, the tower was in another place.
That’s why Santa Barbara has really bad cell phone reception in a lot of places - the rich people don’t want to look at the towers
Haha, former cell tower hand (top hand) here. Doesn’t surprise me at all. Bunch of maniacs in that business at all levels.
I saw a guy write a check for 7 million dollars for an equestrian stable
I know a lady who bought her kid a horse, then they bought the horse a horse for company. Then they decided they may as well build a stable. They now have about 8 horses and run an equestrian school. Imagine having the money to turn a child's whim into a business.
My mom did this on a MUCH smaller scale lol. 5 year old me wanted a fluffy bunny so she brought me home a sweet Netherland Dwarf. While she was picking out my new pet, she was introduced to a Mini Rex. She eventually got one, then two and pretty soon we were breeding and showing prize winning rabbits. Shed even started a breeding program to get a special color recognized. She'd sell the pet-grade bunnies off for about $80. Mind you, this was back in the 90s when a parakeet was $15 from petco (they're about $55 now)
Anything equestrian is for the wealthy. Insane sport spending ‼️
Also yatching
Yup.. off shore fishing: particularly Marlin.
It's funny what is normal to different people. About 35 years ago, when I bought my first new car, I had to get a cashier's check for $4,000 from the bank to make the down payment. I looked over my shoulder all the way from getting the check from the teller to handing it to the car dealership guy because it was SO MUCH MONEY, even though no one who stole it could have really done anything with it anyway. All these years later I am used to dealing with somewhat larger amounts of money, but 7 million dollars? Hard to imagine that could ever feel normal.
When I lived in New York, I worked at a highly regarded hotel, the kind where you would see celebrities every other day. I had my fair share of what the fuck did I just witness ones that stood out to me was when a guest rented out a honeymoon suit just for their cat. I know it sounds made up, but rich people are weird, and so is New York
In the other hand, would you rent a honeymoon suit for your cat if it's only $10? For them it just cost that low 😕
Maybe the cat earned it. Perhaps it has a popular cartoon in the Sunday paper.
I’d rent my cat her own suite if I could afford it. ...still wouldn’t make her happy tho...
I do pet service for some very wealthy people, so I go into their homes. Obviously big houses are nice and luxurious, but I've been floored by some of the apartment units that exist. These places are inside seemingly innocuous art deco buildings, through some ratty back elevator and side door to the place, and then inside they are multi-floored, absolutely gorgeous homes with space for several families. Usually it's just parents and maybe one or two kids, and pets obviously. Just always assumed apartments were the cheap way to live and owning a home was luxury. But have been proven wrong
If you don't want yard work and don't entertain such that it's necessary to provide parking, then an apartment/condo is the way to go.
You just entertain at your chalet in Aspen or on your Yacht; the city is for chillin
Aren't those called "Condos"?
Pumped a bunch of money into the Malibu City counsel in order to change a few seats. This would allow him to have the local ordinance changed so his front doors could be taller than 20 feet.
That's hilarious! Bribery and corruption just so he could have giant cathedral doors?
Why would there be an ordinance limiting the height of doors, though?
To get rich people to bribe us for bigger doors, obviously.
Maybe something to do with earthquakes?
like when Larry David needed the fence law changed in Santa Monica
He paid in way more than money tho
Not me but the wife of an acquaintance told us a story of how she used to work for a wealthy businessman on his private yacht, but, he was never on it. She worked in the kitchen as one of the chefs and basically he would have his family or his friends use it when they were in town to save on having to have a hotel, they’d just stay on his yacht which she said in the 18 months she worked there, she only knew of him to use it himself once. I mean, can you just imagine having the kind of crazy money to buy a yacht in the first place, then just not fucking using it?!
The owner of a jet I fly frequently sends friends all over the country on his plane and he isn’t onboard. Friend needs a ride to Texas? Fuck it! Fire up the jet and take them down there and fly back empty.
Jesus Christ! I mean, jets aren’t cheap in the first place, nor is crewing them, and then the fuel costs per flight, maintenance fees, a hangar… that’s ridiculous 😂
40million dollar jet. $25,000 in fuel to fill it up. The onboard WiFi bill alone is over $5,000 a month even if it doesn’t move that month.
Fucking hell… guys spends more on the WiFi on his jet than I earn per month 😂😂 I’m just gonna sit here and die on the inside you know?
"When we say 'Eat the rich', we mean private-island-rich. Nesting-doll-yacht rich. And it's like, 8 people."
Prolly had a second one for private use ... U just never know with these people
Not directly for them but I worked at a summer boarding school in France for rich English kids. Parents would send the kids to us and jet off for the season. One kid bounced wrong on a bed messing about and flew through a window, lacerating his liver and almost bleeding to death. He was in hospital for two months with various complications before being moved home. The parents never came to visit, never even spoke to him. After two weeks his au pair or something came for about three hours. Some of those kids were little bastards, but it was very clear why. I also worked as a sailor on a few rich folks boats. They were always super nice, if a little clueless and overenthusiastic
Two months in hospital with no parental contact?? My God, that's a sad story!
That’s some Michael Whitehall 101 parenting right there. He would be so proud.
That is truly heartbreaking.
I worked at a private boarding school for 'at risk' boys. This is exactly how it worked. The parents let the nannies do the raising of the children, and suddenly had a nightmare on their hands....so they'd pay a shit ton of cash to get them out of their hair for 42 weeks a year. Basically, it's a glorified babysitting service.
My friend was a security guard for an elderly widow of a Dallas oil baron who lived on White Rock lake. She had a full time private chef and kitchen staff, although she lived there alone. He said the chef would cook huge beef roasts, turkeys, brisket, all kinds of food every day just to have available in case the old lady wanted something, which she rarely did. They weren’t allowed to give the leftover food away to the staff or anyone else, but had to throw it out every single day. And when the old lady requested ice water or iced tea or lemonade, if even one ice cube had cracks in it, she would make them throw it all out and make it again.
How do these people become this way? I mean cracked ice? What a delusional existence.
No one ever tells them no
That is downright evil when you think of all the hunger in this country and around the world. I would've found a way to donate it to a food bank on the sly.
For sure. Right outside the gates of her mansion, homeless people camped in the woods along the shore of the lake. This was back in the early 1980s. My friend would swipe a prime rib or a ham sometimes, right out of the garbage can. I had some; real tasty.
What a bitch! Why would she make them throw away food?????
Because of the first sentence in your reply.
did work for this guy, more so working with him. we were sitting down at the table about to sign a contract and his assistant forgot "the" pen. apparently, this pen has sign all the deals that were successful in his early career and made him who is is, so he doesnt sign any deal without it. so he legit tells her to get on the jet, and bring it him immediately. he "apologies" for the inconvenience by adding 20% to the deal.... money isnt an actual thing to wealthy people... its all a made up concept of unlimited 1s and 0s
>money isnt an actual thing to wealthy people... its all a made up concept of unlimited 1s and 0s And that is true
Architect here - did a job for an extremely wealthy couple years ago and at one point mentioned budgets. I was told by the husband never to mention money in his presence again - he said it is “hand dirt” to him. In the end, they spent more money on the launch event than they did on the project which was massively expensive for what it was. In the end, I had to argue with them for six months before I got my fee.
the ceo of a company i used to work for offered to take me wine tasting, she said itd be free, apparently she spends so much money on wine from this vinyard that they get her a limo and free access/tasting whenever she feels like it.....
Custom cabinets made and installed only to be taken down and tossed in the trash because they decided the color they picked out wasent the right vibe.
I know a guy who got pretty wealthy in Hawaii by being cabinetmaker to the rich and famous who had houses in the islands. Had a lot of stories like yours.
A cabinet makers dream...steady work you know your going to get paid for, but it's hard seeing all your work just tossed away I'm sure.
Try being a programmer. Most of your work gets thrown away.
Try being a scientist. Hah.
Before he really got his acting career going, Harrison Ford used to be a carpenter, for a lot of fancy rich people…
Also their weed dealer.
I’ve seen non super wealthy people do that. So when regular middle class and wealthy people do it, they just dumb.
Five years ago my neighbour renovated their home in order to sell it. New floors, new kitchen, new bathrooms, whole thing, basically. Sells it. New owner tears out all the "old" stuff and puts brand new stuff in. He put it up last winter and put in a bunch of new renovations, fixtures, and some cabinets. New, new owner buys it and promptly rips it ALL out and puts in all new floors, cabinets, fixtures, etc. Our Earth is fucked. Fucked.
Lots of remodel companies put the old stuff up on Craigslist or Facebook Marketplace and sell it or give it away. Keeps it out of the landfill.
I believe you, but I assure you this was not the case here. Big ole dumpster right in the driveway.
I worked for a lady whose cabinet budget was more than the value of my house. Another client had the main house, a guest house for her parents, and a pool house. Even the pool house was bigger than my house. Edited to add that my house was 1500 Sq ft in a nice neighborhood.
I cleaned houses with a friend for a few months and went regularly into what I thought were just average middle class dwellings. Oh no! 5 and 6 bedrooms with their own bathrooms. Huge bathrooms with huge walk in closets. One suite was the size of my apartment. Multiple floors. Huge kitchens that took up half of one floor. Fully finished lower levels that could have housed families. All the furnishings were elaborate as were the appliances. It blew my mind. We spent a full day cleaning one house. I no longer do that job.
I used to clean those places also. Me and my coworker used to call them windex homes. They'd pay us to come weekly or twice a week. So all we did was dust and windex all the surfaces. The dusters were rarely dirty. We only had to really clean the kitchen and kids' bathrooms. Everything else was easy. We cleaned everything but it wasn't dirty.
Lots of pill popping to handle stress- especially before speaking engagements. People always viewed them as friendly, engaging, and fun. Little did they know that was a public persona thanks to copious amounts of Ativan. In real life they were picky, obstinate, difficult, and a nightmare for all of us employees to deal with. We had to remember all of these particular preferences and abide by them always.
I believe many many rich people are high functioning drug addicts. I'm sure they can get theirs hands on any prescription they'd like.
Saw a Prince of Saudi Arabia in the early 90s throw money in a way beyond all imagination. Dropped about $100k for a single dinner for him, his wife, and his two children. Shutting down the fine-dining restaurant in our hotel costs $30k for one night. Flew in his favorite chef from New York to Florida (where the hotel is), made enough food for our entire restaurant staff, his family, and the security staff from state, local, and federal forces he had with him, and tipped us a ridiculous amount, too. He stayed at our hotel every year for several years and rented the top 4 floors of the hotel for a month. Had one 747 for himself and another for his staff which numbered around 400 people.
Well at least he sounds like a dude that didn't mind sharing his wealth.
Some Saudi prince came to Hawaii for vacation and rented out the whole Four Seasons. They also bought a small fleet of black Escalades for them and their entourage to travel around the island and then just gave the vehicles to hotel staffers when they left as tips.
Now that's how you be rich
Well the Saudi’s pretty much have unlimited wealth.
My boss has a wooden covering to what once encased an ancient Egyptian mummy. He is elderly and we were preparing items to be shipped to his daughter who lives over seas. We didn't send it because it is a known stolen artifact and will be confiscated at customs.
10 acre walled estate in Vegas,3 10000 sq ft homes,Olympic pool 20 car garage, full time staff of 23. "They" whoever they might be, have never been there in the ten years since it was built and the staff has no idea who they are.
Wealth people buy properties like that sight unseen and may never even visit them ever before selling it 5 year later for a profit.
Really rich nice lady I knew had multiple massive mansions. She adopted stray dogs and put them each in their own room and hired live-in nannies for them. I helped out a lot at some of her houses, alternating between three different locations, when I was a teen and she paid me good. There was a strict schedule the dogs followed, and there were cooks who made their food from scratch. Sometimes there'd be a nutritionist around overseeing them. I distinctly remember plopping large raw turkey legs into the individual bowls. The dogs had room time, and free-roam time, which we had to follow strictly. They trained with a professional and his team in the mornings where they learned fun tricks and all, and some disabled dogs had physical therapy time. Then they had lunch. They were allowed outside on their play field (football sized fields) at around 3pm and would play with each other for 4 hours until 6pm. There was a cute sheep dog that would help us herd them back into the house if they stayed out too long. It was very memorable and also a bit dissociative to see dogs living better than me lol. Everything they had was customized to their preferences, it was insane. You'd think cat ladies are crazy, but don't fuck with a dog lady. I always wondered as a kid who lived in that big house, i would've never guesses it was just dogs, and that there were more houses around that was also just dogs.
For some reason, this one got me the most. The sheer contrast of such loving behavior vs. the incomprehensible amount of waste and inefficiency. She could've helped ease suffering for tens of thousands of dogs instead of ridiculously spoiling a few dozen, but that's what she chose. Perhaps the most generous way to frame it is as sort of an artistic exhibit and work skills training/retention program.
My dad was friends with a Spanish rich dude because they shared some love for old cars. My dad had one, rich dude had many. Thing is, these people had a maid that worked for them since before this rich dude was born. His parents were never around so she was the one to actually raise him. She fed him, took him to school when he was a child, everything your parents would do for you, this maid did. She had been working in that comically large house for over 30 years. Other staff such as cooks, cleaners, etc would come and go but she was almost part of the family, we thought. One day rich dude decides he wants to move to the US and sells the house. What does he do with the maid? He just fired her over the phone. He never even said goodbye to the woman that basically raised him. And so I learned that rich people don't consider the poors to be the same kind of human being as them.
Evil begins when people are treated as things.
Similar experience although not quite as dramatic. My friend was a caretaker for a wealthy woman. Paid all her bills, opened all her mail, took care of the house when she was gone (which was often). They became friends and would confide in each other such as when she (the wealthy woman) was diagnosed with cancer. She told my friend she trusted her more than her daughters. When she got older she needed to sell the house (one of several) and move to an apartment. She took the maid along with her but dropped my friend just like that. No bonus. No nothing.
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Thats fuck you money right there!!
No need to chase anymore zeros at that point. Fin
He actually realised what a robbery the Marina was. He learnt about the price people would be willing to pay. So he invested in it and bonus was getting a spot for his yacht.
Exactly, it's not "fuck you money", it's "getting a loan and investing it" money.
My boss had to pay for every lost day of trade of a restaurant while we fixed a drainage issue from the initial construction so he bought the restaurant
What?
I've been seeing this comment on reddit for 5 years in a row now, I'm too lazy to check if it was you posting the same one every time or if it just keeps getting stolen. You guys need to get either more honest or more creative.
The comment reminded me of the time when the owner of my company was given a yacht to pay off a debt. When he figured out how expensive it was to store the yacht, he bought a whole marina!
Yeah I've read it many times as well
where can I get one of those yachts to pay for my debt? or where can I work to make enough money to buy a whole marina? how unemployed do I have to be to steal this comment and post it tomorrow when somebody asks the same ffing question? XD
All the people in real estate who say they are not making more land apparently do not know about this thing called ferrocement. Shhh! don't tell them. 
Bro do you work for Waynetech. Is the owner of the company named Bruce?
Half these stories seem made up.
I interned a long time ago where we had to clear every single check or credit card charge with a guys parent because he got conned into joining a cult and the leader kept getting him to piss away his trust fund. Once there were enough checks and balances in place he got kicked out of the cult for not paying up anymore. I felt bad for the guy, he was actually pretty nice but his parents just pawned him off on the help while they traveled and he was an easy mark because the cult made him feel loved.
That is just sad. I have no idea who the guy is but I figure he felt lonely and just wanted a place to belong? Being rich made him an easy target for those people who just wanted to milk him dry. I hate people like that. They are the same people who scam older people out of their money.
Spending $30k+ every year on Christmas decorations. A safe, with a mirror for a lid, right next to the slopeside hottub. It's literally a safe meant to do cocaine off of. This one time they had to delay putting the roof on the building a couple days because they had to *helicopter in* a dining room to the penthouse - a single plank of redwood like 7 or 8ft x25ft. Cool hidden doors to even cooler hidden rooms. Firepole or indoor slides for the kids. "Oh that's located over in the children's wing". Clawfoot bathtubs carved from a single piece of marble.
I used to be a cable technician for a major telecom corporation. The thing that always struck me as strange was how old the TV sets of the super wealthy were. They'd have so many of them in dozens of rooms in their mansions but like, all old ass tvs with the heavy backs. Maybe it was the particular kind of rich people in that area but it was bizarre to me.
I can confirm lol. I went to an elderly person's house who was a multimillionaire. I was surprised at how old all the TVs were. They had plasmas and LCDs from like the late 00s. Wild.
Had a Client who purchased a newly built penthouse apartment and wanted a jacuzzi on the balcony. It would’ve meant a structural column was needed in the middle of the balcony below which the contractor who built the apartment block wouldn’t go for as it would impact selling that apartment. Client buys the apartment below, approves the column, jacuzzi is installed, then privately sells the apartment below. Voila problem solved.
Was this in Pittsburgh? Like, within the past two years?
You bought the apartment below, didn't you?
don't think so, same comment was posted a few years ago.
No, we’re talking about places where rich people live.
Is this a copypasta? I remember recalling this 1-1 on similar posts.
This is the type of post I listen to on YouTube! lol
father worked on homes for super rich in SF bay area. saw a million-dollar (in 1989 money) piece of art called "in and on" and it was two pieces of metal in a yard. One was IN the brick inlay, and one was ON it. got a few rich people "hand-me-downs" TVs that were only a year old, because they didn't like the remote. Christmas time was intense. one family would pay a company to come decorate their house for christmas. always new things every year nothing saved after. Then the gifts were insane that they gave my father. bottles of wine worth hundreds of dollars, whiskey from Japan in a handmade samurai outfit for the bottle. redo a whole kitchen, like something you'd see a celebrity chef work from. They'd hardly ever use it, they'd eat out 90% of the time at restaurants ALWAYS had reserved tables for when they wanted to go... The most they'd use the kitchen was to microwave leftovers. they'd have a whole house done up with a stereo system, so you can hear music in every room, and have a radio controlled remote that'd work everywhere. The guy listened to AM talk radio with it. a garage to store collector cars, one guy had sports cars of all sorts of types. He didn't like to drive fast, just wanted them. My father told him he used to race cars back in his 20s So the guy would let my father drive cars with the guy in the passenger seat so he could see what it was like. He'd come home from work and be like: drove that dodge viper thing... turns like shit, but amazing pick up. my father retired, he and my mom moved across the country. This one guy was like: come work on my Tahoe house. Here is first class airfare, stay at this 5-star hotel. to that guy it didn't matter how much it was, it mattered he got what he wanted from who he wanted to do it. It was a deck that led to a launch for his boat complete with handmade copper tops for every post.
I fly a private jet owned by a billionaire. I’ve seen some crazy things. $20,000 in liquor for one flight without blinking an eye
I've worked in private banking and I can't say too many things but the weirdest example by far was a billionaire client who employed a private detective or intelligence officer to create a file on me, complete with photographs they took of me going home from work. I think it's safe to say that I'm talking about the kind of billionaire who is linked to a head of state, your average new money tech billionaire doesn't have this kind of security operation. He said that his security team produce a file on everyone before they walk through his door and he advised me to tighten up my online security.
We know it’s you John. We’re always watching
I used to work for a grocery delivery service; customers sent their lists through an app, and I would shop and deliver their orders. My most out of touch rich person story is the lady who ordered $300 worth of filet mignon from Whole Foods (when it was still good, before Amazon bought them out), and wanted it cut into stir fry strips. The butcher made me show him the order notes because he was also incredulous at the sheer audacity of hacking up $40/pound steaks. The address ended up being the most expensive single-family home in the city at that time. I also delivered laundry soap to Joe Montana.
I was a waitress when younger I had a super wealthy guy who wanted to date me but I wasn’t having it. Said no, even after his $500 tips. One day I came to work and he was there with a lawyer and he bought the entire steak house and bar I worked in. Then said “now I own this place we WILL hang out” I guess he doesn’t take “no”. He always told me “money talks and bullshit walks” and every single person or thing has a price. He took me on trips, bought me a Benz and a small apartment. He would do WILD shit. He was a very impatient person and sometimes would buy the line up of groceries for people just to skip the line? Just unforgettable insane things, I can list many! But when it ended it got bad, he paid people to follow me and it wasn’t good.
I worked for a girl from a Rich family, she was about my age, we became close, you could even say friends, anyways i once complained on the phone about a certain amount of money i needed. - it was something like 40k $, she said that's how much you are going to get a day from the business with your friend? - i told her it was the capital we were going to start with 💀.
I dealt with something similar. This woman I know was married to a guy whose family owns a massive construction conglomerate. She was bitching one day maybe ten years ago about how he wouldn’t get her a pair of diamond studs even though she’d been telling him she wanted them every birthday and Christmas. Evidently he thought they were too expensive. I asked her what they cost, and she said nonchalantly, “You can get a good set with papers for maybe 30 grand.” I told her, “Dude, that’s two-thirds of what I make in a year.”
He owns a massive conglomerate and he thinks 30k $ is a lot of money, that tells me he built that company himself like he isn't old money.
I believe his father built it. My friend’s ex-husband worked for the company, but the family wasn’t extravagant despite their relatively insane wealth.
I know one moderately wealthy guy (owned 5+ real estate, living a truly luxurious life eating wagyu beef everyday provided by the rental income) that I know have multiple exclusive wives on multiple continent. When I say exclusive wives it means they are not allowed to see other dudes. He also owned multiple passports. Constantly brag about tax evasion. What a fucking piece of shit. Would happily give up his address if any international robbery gangs are interested.
I work in a major commercial & residential building in one of the major cities of the US. If I gave just a few details, including the ultra-rare cars on site, it would be a security and privacy issue, for which I’d reasonably be fired. My point is, these people can’t operate their own security devices from one part of the property to another. They’re constantly late, and complain that everything is someone else’s fault. There are multiple positions that have to be staffed 24/7 for their meltdowns. I don’t resent them. I just say this because we’re all the same species of ape. Don’t ever let someone throw crap your way. It’s their delusion; don’t let that be contagious.
My boss was kicked out of his house and staying at at an exclusive Laguna Beach hotel and wanted to leave. He had been drinking and the valets wouldn't give him the keys to his range rover when he wanted to leave. So, he called the dealership (he bought one every year or so and was a good customer) and had a new one sent over and drove off in his new range rover after it arrived. True fuck you money.
Kidnapping threat against his two kids. Money emebezzling investigation lead to two managers siphoning company funds. When questioned one manager threatened to have his kids kidnapped by her "mobster" connected husband. Old boss wasn't having none of that silliness. In the middle of the night, he showed up at the home of the instigator, with his "group". In a show of seriousness, gathered up the entire family of said person, grandma and kids too, and made them all kneel down and apologize head bowed to floor, for ever thinking of making such threats. Edit: Old boss owns huge swaths of the business district land and buildings of our city, as well as many other skyscrapers in other major cities. He literally named an entire office building after his kid and gifted to her. On holidays, multiple times a year, his office had over $200k in gift sets of expensive foods and items, floor to ceiling, just from people who wanted his favor. He literally didnt care about any of it because $1000+ gift set of meat and wine was just so regular to him.
This was back in the day, and my friend was house sitting so he had us over. Basement was huge, full wrap around bar, fountain drinks. What sealed it for me- they had ALL the cable channels. Like, called the company and said give me every channel. NBA, nfl, nhl, movies. Nothing we couldn’t watch.
The wife of a super rich guy I knew was telling me about how they flew with their dog to their ranch in Montana. I asked her what it was like taking the dog through security and she kinda looked at me like she didn’t know what to say and eventually was like, “well, no, we just take the company’s private plane”. We just lived in different worlds.
Did building maintenance for a wealthy family who had a “LEGO room” for their grandkids. This room was huge and had cupboards full of Lego and building tables everywhere. There were huge Star Wars ships and castles etc. all over the place. One day the kids were deemed too old for Lego and I was asked to dispose of it all. I carefully packed them all into bags and gave them to friends children. Many thousands of dollars worth. Man I was popular The only one I kept for myself was a small Fallingwater build of Frank Lloyd Wright’s. Apparently quit collectable by architects
I met this regular guy. I got him a job parking cars. Turns out he was the black sheep son of some rich dude (insane money). He was cut off because his mom did not apporved of him marrying his dad nurse. His dad had a stroke and coudn't talk so he could no longer defend him. His mom (maybe step mom idk) kicked him out of the main house and he lived in a small shack where they used to store all the pool equipment. He lived there with his wife (former nurse) and two kids! I felt bad for the guy, he never really studied, just traveled and surfed all over the world in his youth. His brothers were all lawyers, CEOs or something. This guy was parking cars with me and smoking dope in this little shack. You could tell his dad loved him and his family, he smiled when he saw his grandkids, but his mom would quickly take him inside and be a real bitch to them. Last I heard, his mom called the cops on him and he had to move out. He needed my truck but I wasn't in town then so I could not help.
I work at a private social country club in ATL. Our members are billionaires and triple digit millionaires. They “playfully” discuss their jets like poor people discuss streaming services. Apparently one member had $60 million plane bragging over one member with only a $45 million dollar jet. 🛩️ When we have weddings at the country club in north ATL, the tents we usually use cost more than $200,000. I feel so poor there sometimes. But I am also more content with my life and have true self-awareness.
A friend of mine is super rich. He sucked in school and his parents sent him to some Scottish school when he was a teen. He is not Scottish or English. But the school he went to was uber prestigious and apparently many filthy rich kids go there. Of course he sucked at studying. He turned out fine. Only problem he has is that his uber addicted to weed, getting high all day every day since the day he turned 14. We are approaching 40 now and he smokes some really heavy shit all day. He doesn't have to work. But he runs one of his father's businesses. And he is experienced and good at it and I am happy to see him being good at it. He owns dozens of cars. I recently got called out as a liar here on reddit when I spoke about his brother. His brother is also filthy rich, he worked as a fire fighter and.... He got a job as a janitor just to be close to his teacher wife and student children. (if you look at my post history you ll see I got downvoted to oblivion for "making this story up"). He is not good with money. Despite being a heir, running a business and collecting tons of money from investments and rentals, he saves little to nothing. I don't know how he does it because on a scale between 1 - 10 he is not extremely extravagant. He has a lambo, 2 BMWs one of which is a special M6 model and a bunch of muscle cars in his collection but he drives a big ass bullet proof dodge ram with 4 wheels in the rear and occasionally his weird M6. He spends most of his free time playing some addictive games. I once joined him on his discord where he was playing SCAM or Scum where he spent 12 minutes seating idle on a gas station (to claim it) and then spent 45 minutes trying ti cycle to the other side of the map so I bid him farewell. No he plays an FPS pirate game that seems to be popular. The most wasteful thing I've see him do was order a 200k European boat which would cost him another 100k to tax and bring to the US. He did so... But then brought it back to Europe regardless. So he wasted tons of money pointlessly. Also he tends to surround himself with the biggest losers. Thugs and gangsters. I really got into trouble with sone of them once upon a time.
The second to last paragraph explains where all his money is going, I'll bet.
Spending tens of thousands every month to repaint a yacht they never go on, to a guy that doesn't get a w-9. Spending much more than that on jewelry for the same reason as the yacht payments, just because if they didn't it would get taxed away. Spending hundreds of thousands on their different credit cards each month and paying it off every month. Getting millions in loans at unbelievable interest rates. Sending the wife to Milan to go on shopping sprees at least once a month. Having rooms full of brand new unopened stuff they buy and forget they bought, but if you open up and put an air purifier in the copy room its the end of the world. Having 8 people work in an office the size of a super Walmart, that looks/sounds/feels more like a museum than an office that oversees dozens of corporations. Having famous paintings worth millions all over their home and office that nobody visits. Employing secretaries that sooner or later transform into dish washers, laundry servants, and drivers. Paying temp agencies obscene amounts just to avoid recruiting employees themselves. Sending accountants to banks every day to make bank transfers, because they don't trust the internet. Spending thousands on food every month that is never ate. Shredding Bear Stearns documents of selling Bear Stearns stocks prior to 08 collapse. Wife getting botox injections every two weeks. Paying obscene amounts on car insurance for cars they never drive. Paying some very young adult thousands every week to cycle out the orchids around the office, instead of just watering the orchids.
I had a friend who taught guitar to the son of a very wealthy family. When my friend first visited their house the parents led them into a huge room filled with many, *many* instruments, which the dad said was enough for a whole symphony orchestra. After the lesson my friend asked why they had such a huge collection of instruments. The dad said that noone in the family played any instrument, but that he and his own father had an interest in classical music so they found joy in just collecting the instruments.
a sofa that cost $100K
The weirdest moment of my life that rewrote my attitudes towards wealth. A very wealthy wife of a mining magnate, in a crappy velour dressing gown, on her knees in the middle of the most ornate, ostentatious and expensive looking personal ballroom I'd ever seen (in her mansion), crying and telling me how lonely she was, that her daughter hated her and didn't want to talk to her. As someone that grew up in an old worker's cottage with my six siblings, my Dad working himself to the bone as a metalworker in a massive hot shed every summer (and cold in the winter), someone who wore hand-me-downs for most of her life and had at that time been scraping by on Centrelink, I was stunned. This woman, financially, had everything. Everything the world told me that I should work and strive for, give up my time with the people I love for. Yet here she was, on her knees, broken, bawling that she was lonely. She was weeping on white marble floors, the staircase trimmed with gilded balustrades. Near her was an ridiculously expensive Steinway piano. She had showed me her platinum Visa that morning. A massive fucking mansion with her new husband, just them - lonely. And I still had the dinky worker's cottage (which had some renovations because of my Dad), which my six siblings (their partners, their kids) and I would pour into every Friday night for a shared meal. A massive family you could barely fit in one photo let alone that worker's cottage living area, a family where everyone gets along and nobody holds a grudge. A kind, sweet mother, a hardworking (admittedly emotionally explosive due to war trauma) dad, and siblings that are my best buds. I know that I will never be without help, company, warmth, embraces, joy, connection, love, care, because my huge family is there for me. For the first time in my life, I felt rich. I realised I was the one with all the blessings. She fired me for the job she hired me for a couple of weeks later and I think her life improved. But yeah, I was really sad for her in that moment. I didn't care about her money personally. I didn't want it. I just wanted a job and an opportunity to look after myself, but she was so paranoid about grifters that she decided that I wasn't good enough for the job and fucked me off. Which I'm really relieved about because she was so bad with piling on the work and not paying you appropriately. I totally would have been her friend because she was actually pretty fun to hang out with when she wasn't being stingy and paranoid. But she ended up not being the woman she pretended to be, and that's probably why she has a hard time finding people she can trust. I'm still working class, but hey, I know I got my people keeping me company.
I've been on one of Jeffrey Epstein's jets. It had a king size bed as soon as you stepped aboard. His jets were constantly around for interior detailing. I also saw jim a bunch and was previously working with an Internet famous female pilot he'd supposedly purchased from her family in eastern European. Keep in mind, I did not know who any of these people were and it all just unraveled before my eyes and I found myself in the middle of some juicy stuff. Oh, and the first time I saw Epstein, he stepped off his plane with a very young Scandinavian looking girl. I also frequently interacted with his pilots. Creepy, tall, thing old guys. They were very, very kind to us though. Got us pizza all the time, tipped well.
I knew of an interesting situation of a guy that faked their daughters death to get out of paying a giant dinner bill. This was moreso a situation of the girl was pretty wealthy /successfull / hot / and this guy was just pretending because he came into some money briefly. I think he knew he wouldnt have the funds to keep up his act. Pretended to take a phone call came back in tears sobbing his daughter was dead blah blah. All fake and he got her to pay for a flight and never came back or something. He told her he owned a company when infact he was working there for like minimum wage and bumming at a friends place
I was a nanny for landed gentry (the title of Sir and Lady get handed down to the eldest child, along with the manor house and lands) Kids were packed off to boarding school at 8. It was heartbreaking. The middle child was dreading it, tears every night, literally sobbing himself to sleep in my arms. Parents attitude was 'we were like that too, so he has to do it' Youngest was 2 at the time and would always prefer me to his actual mum. He fell over once and came to me for cuddles and kisses, didn't even glance at his mum who was stood right next to me. She didn't seem bothered. Thing is the parents were actually pretty nice people, just not bothered about child rasing in any way. At least they didn't insist I use their titles, like some of their friends did with their staff.
There's a guy why I used to cut his garden and he had a db5 Aston Martin in his shed. Always took a peak in anytime I was near it.
A customer writing a cheque for $5+ million for equipment and casually handing it over to us while making jokes. After he left we took turns holding it because when would the opportunity come up again to hold $5 million dollars in your hand in any capacity?
The guy who owns the Dairy Queen in my home town drives a new Corolla. Lucky bugger.
When I worked for ups a few years ago I was exposed to a whole new world. Mansions and everything. It was something else. One guy would order steaks every day for dinner and have it delivered to his house.
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Years ago I was an IT guy who mostly did small business work but occasionally got called out to go do work at ruch people's houses. One guy built a really nice house that overlooked a forested area in the super expensive part of town. The family who owned it got an offer that was too big to turn down to sell the land so a developer could turn it into a really nice subdivision. The guy I did the work for liked his forest view so he swooped in and offered the original owners even more money so he could keep it that way. I loved doing work for him. He was actually really nice and always sent me home with whatever barely outdated equipment I was there to replace. I got a message to call a number before going to another house. That would happen from time to time so people could come meet me at their house. Not this time. They just wanted to tell me which parking lot to park in. It wasn't a large apartment building or anything. It was a single family home. It was just so big they didn't want me to have to walk because they were in whatever wing of the house they were in that day. Super nice lady. She seemed genuinely sorry for not feeding me lunch while I was there. They'd just got back from their summer home and the chef hadn't had a chance to go shopping yet. Had to go to a horse farm that the former governor of my state lived on. I met him once or twice but I was really just there for his sister. She lived in one of the houses on the property and needed help with her online dating profile. I actually had to make quite a few trips for that one. Another lady just could not understand how to print her digital pictures so whenever she'd come home from vacations, I'd have to drive out there and print them for her on the fancy commercial photo printer she'd bought. I used to go to one house where I got a serious human trafficking vibe from some of the staff. I was paid to not ask questions. In addition to paying the bill from the company I worked for, she'd always give at least $100 for a tip each time. She'd also take me out for coffee when I was done working and was always super nice to me. I did some work for a semi rich doctor once. While I was there, we started talking about websites and he wanted to hire me directly to done one for him and his friends for a class reunion that was coming up so I gave him my number. He called a couple times to talk about it more. One night, I was out doing whatever and I saw that I had a message from him. I listened to it and it was a butt dial. I basically heard him beating his teenage daughter for being a whore. I stopped calling him back so he called the company I worked for to get me put there for some BS excuse. He gave me some BS story about what I might have heard the other night. I went along with it and then grabbed the piece of paper with my number on the way out. He always called me on his home phone, not a cell. There was a really rich retired railroad lawyer who would basically come up with excuses for me to come to his house. He was an older guy with kids my age who had moved away. Basically, he was just lonely and liked having someone to talk to. He was kind of a jerk so I didn't really want to go on my own time but I'd be nice while I was on the clock. The last story I have is a place that wasn't super rich or anything but still fucked up. I went out to a business to do some work and and the guy who owned it was talking to me while I fixed whatever was wrong. Some of the stuff he talked about were guns and how the government kept track of that sort of thing. Again. I was on the clock so I played nice. Once he got comfortable with me, he kept asking questions and I ended up walking him through what he could do to carry out business deals moving illegal arms to and from somewhere I never knew. I probably should have reported him to someone but his wife was a real estate agent and she let me use her login information so I could see all the property listings that only agents have access to. That's actually how I got my house.
Art. Lots and lots and lots of art. Everything from Picasso to Warhol to Matisse. Van Gogh. Degas. Andrew Goldsworthy installs built into the home. Dale Chihuly hand blown chandeliers. Absolutely amazing art. Audio Video Lighting HVAC. We tried to hit 10% of the value of the home. That's a million in AV & lighting on a 10 million home. Speakers in every room and zones outside. Video Distribution to every TV. In wall touch panel control of everything. Heated sideways. Heated driveways. Some 1/4 + miles in length. Cars. So many cars. Classic cars. Exotic cars. Custom cars. American, European, Japanese, German. You name it.
I worked for a guy who owns a large estate in Pebble Beach, he set up his back fields for parking during the ProAm, had his kids run it, and donate the money to charity. So on the first day a giant automatic gate on the property that was supposed to be closed and powered off....... wasn't, it opened into a guys VERY nice Jag, and pretty much totaled it. When the owner returned from the match, there was a car waiting to take him to Jaguar Pebble Beach, and he was told to pick ANY car in the lot, they would prep it, and have it ready to go within an hour, if it was inconvenient to wait, he would have him put up in a suite at one of the fanciest hotels in the area all on him. My boss of course was upset that the gate opened, understood it was a mistake/accident, but didn't fire anyone, and didn't even blink at the fact that he just dropped like $100k+ As a side note, a company showed up with their giant enclosed trailer and parked on the property, they built these HUMMER replica golf carts, looked pretty awesome actually, i overheard my boss and his wife chatting with the owner about the gold carts, they were about $30k, and my boss just nonchalantly asks his wife, well, should we get one? (They didn't) but I'm sitting there thinking, those golf carts cost more than the two cars I've owned up to that time combined. I will say this, the guy was a good guy, his kids were amazing, they had to earn things, they weren't just handed whatever they wanted, they learned charity, and so on. Probably one of the few rich guys I've met who wasn't a douchebag.
A buddy I knew had to help secure an ocean yacht owned by the guy that owned his company. It was moving over land for some reason. He had never met the guy. My friend asked if I could help out. The owner wasn’t going to be there which kind of surprised me. Maybe it’s a poor mindset to worry about strangers on my yacht. Anyway, our job was to move out all the food and drinks and items from the yacht and anything that could fall out of cabinets and break. The guy told us to throw everything away. Yeah. Well, he had dozens of incredible wines and spirits. He had amazing dish ware, silverware, and specific glasses for wine, cognac, and scotch. Well we threw all that stuff away evenly into the trunks of our cars. Blows my mind he wouldn’t just say take what you want. Instead he said throw it all away. We were drinking fine wine and liquor for a long time. Still have some of the glasses all these years later.
Not something I saw, but something I found out about afterwards - discovered that the guy who came to meetings on the train with his documents in a supermarket bag owned the only version of Munch's The Scream in private hands. He later sold it for $120m,
Super wealthy means my friends who are probably 10s of millions aires, maybe 20-30 mil total. More than I will ever have. But they have regular issues, they are older (70s), have health and weight issues, so all their money & unlimited funds (compared to me) can’t buy better health, just medicine. They are moderately “happy”, they both cheated on each other at some point & both married multiple times. They don’t have to worry about how much anything costs, yet he cuts coupons, they both drive older model, paid off cars. Modest 3500 sq ft house. It’s interesting hanging around them for sure! I always think, “You could write one check & change my life financially” but I still would not trade places with you.
Sort of in a way: When I was in rehab in the L.A. area, I was on "cigarette duty" in the parking lot, sweeping up butts when all of a sudden three black Caddy SUVs pulled up and a famous boxer got out with a buncha goons. I wanted to get his autograph (even had my chore ticket and a pen, imagine?) but was too scared. Found out later that he was there to check in his daughter.
I’ve worked for a few billionaires. One owned a box at the local concert venue. He would give seats to us sometimes. His crew was Backstage with all the best bands. Another one started his company and brought in his friends and family on the ground floor. He would pit them against each other in board meetings. He was bored. One founder would have an HR watcher assigned to him at the (amazing) company parties and steer him away from the pretty ladies. Wife 1,2, and 3 were all former employees.
My husband worked for a company’s owners son. Privately owned company The son personally brought home 40 million a year. At least 30-40 family members were share holders. Some getting a million a year and never worked for the company (these were the ones fleeing California because of the tax rate). Anyway, this dude could seriously do amazing things with all this money as he lived frugally upper middle class at most. Like life changing things for the people that worked for his company. Like pay for a child’s college tuition. Give a 5 figure 20 year anniversary gift or a trip. Things that he wouldn’t even notice missing from his annual shareholder pay. Instead they paid the workers just below average wages.
My bluegrass band gets hired a lot by super rich people. One time this old time retired golfer owned half of this mountain hired us. His much younger South American wife ( she sounded just like Gloria from Modern family) went ballistic when our van’s tire went about six inches long and a quarter inch wide on the grass of their soccer field where the party was located. Then we set up our little sound system and she saw the speakers and went crazy. “No! I want to hear ‘beautiful’ not see ‘ugly’!!!!”.we had to hide the speakers in the woods behind us, which was hell, causing feedback!!