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The Donald, someone they would wave and smile at. Suddenly, it was a
                different ball game, and it didn’t seem like much fun to me. One guy I had
                been friendly with for years saw me at Le Cirque and for the first time in
                my life called me Mr. Trump. He had always called me Donald. That was a

                real heads-up.
                     A  lot  of  successful  businesspeople  think  they  can  apply  their
                management skills to politics, but I’ve noticed that only a select few, like
                Michael  Bloomberg  and  Jon  Corzine,  succeed.  Most  others  lack  the
                temperament for it.
                     There’s  a  larger  point  here,  beyond  the  obvious  ones  about  not
                confusing your talent for office politics with a gift for electoral politics.

                Anyone with more than a little curiosity and ambition will at some point
                be tempted to try a different challenge on new terrain. Take the risk, but
                before you do, do everything you can to learn what you’re getting yourself
                into, and be as sure as you can that you’ve got the right mind-set for the
                job.


                     Avoid the Handshake Whenever Possible
                     Some business executives believe in a firm handshake. I believe inno
                handshake.  It  is  a  terrible  practice.  So  often,  I  see  someone  who  is
                obviously sick, with a bad cold or the flu, who approaches me and says,
                Mr. Trump, I would like to shake your hand. It’s a medical fact that this is
                how  germs  are  spread.  I  wish  we  could  follow  the  Japanese  custom  of
                bowing instead.

                     The worst is having to shake hands during a meal. On one occasion, a
                man walked out of the restaurant’s bathroom, jiggling his hands as though
                they were still wet and he hadn’t used a towel. He spotted me, walked over
                to my table, and said, Mr. Trump, you’re the greatest. Would you please
                shake my hand?

                     I knew that if I didn’t shake his hand, he’d be saying terrible things
                about  me  for  thirty  years.  I  also  knew  that  if  I  agreed,  my  own  hands
                would be loaded with germs or whatever the hell he’d carried out of the
                bathroom. I had a choice.
                     In this case, I decided to shake hands, because I was a little overweight
                at the time and knew that if I shook his hand I wouldn’t eat my meal—and
                that would be a good thing.
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