Esther McCarthy: Think the rich are happy? Think again

"The game couldn’t start until the dad finished berating the guy who looked after the property because the pool temperature wasn’t satisfactory. Big thick head on him, like a spoiled brat."

Esther McCarthy. Picture: Emily Quinn

Last week, I was learning future parenting lessons by being a nanny for an uber-rich family in New York City. 

I figured out a lot that J1 summer of 1997. We flew from New York to Long Island one weekend, on their private plane, natch.