I don't really get a summer vacation. A small portfolio of businesses, multiple responsibilities to cherished long-term clients, and a fixer upper farmhouse dating from 1884 tend to put a crimp in the normal summer vacation model.
I lied to him to get a job. The hedge fund manager asked me how much money I had in the bank. I had ZERO but I said, "a million dollars". This was in 2002. In the prior two years I had lost all the money I ever made and my home. Now I was broke.