“Meet me at the club.” It was practically my catchphrase my first year of running my own company. It’s not that I liked my city’s swanky business club more than my office … I just didn’t have an office at all.
I was just 26 when I started my executive headhunting business, and I couldn’t afford the fancy downtown office I knew I’d need to woo new clients. What I could afford, though, was a youth membership at Vancouver’s Terminal City Club. It was a few hundred bucks a month: a splurge if you include the initiation fee, but well worth it (and far less than an office lease).
