Once upon a time, me and my Billionaire boss were seated in his luxurious penthouse-style office’s lounge room; sipping on prime level frothy Cappuccino, as a young and eager individual called an “Intern” made an appearance.
This quite handsome “Intern” seemed to be overly enthusiastic about these things called “ideas”, much to the bewilderment of me and my Billionaire boss, we stared in amazed and nodded as the “intern” spoke with such great linguistic articulate eloquence that it left us wondering — “Why the fuck did we hire this asshole?”.
Well this asshole seemed to know what he was talking about, apparently this “intern” came from a background of Social Work and PR Representation; this guy was all about the ‘jazz’ — company image and what not.
Frankly, me and my boss couldn’t care less — I mean let’s be honest, our public image was already in the trash after somebody shared a snapchat of us hammered out of popsicle brains karaoke-ing to “We are the Champions”…yeap, that was a thing — it happened, can’t live it down not live it up.
Any who, as time went by and our frothy cappuccinos turned to soiled waste, this genius “intern” suggested we give attend this thing called a “conference” and inspire a generation regarding the importance of “philanthropy” and “poverty”; things we knew nothing about.
I’d never attended a “conference” and my boss had never heard of “poverty”.
It wasn’t our proudest of moment, but what could go wrong; we already had that trash snapchat of us floating about through the office.
As time went by, furthermore, we finally decided — “Fuck this coffee is now utterly undrinkable…”; and thought better of it.
This “intern” just kept blabbering on and on, and we couldn’t help but wonder — “Who the fuck are you trying to impress?”.
Once his pandemonium came to startling halt, he had the audacity to question our integrity as he proposed; “So would you be interested?”.
“In giving a speech about Poverty?”
“I’ve never been poor in my life…?”
“Yes, I understand, but it would be a great way to promote our business ventures and the philanthropic side to us.”
“Don’t we give away free mattresses and tents anyways?”
“Well precisely, I think it’d be a great idea to discuss that at the conference.”
“…That we give poor children beds to sleep on?”
“Yes, Sir. Absolutely!” — he said with a smirk, that limey intern.
This was the moment that I jumped in, and questioned the intentions of this “intern”…
“…to what end?”
“To raise awareness!”
“Raise awareness that there is poverty in the world?”
“No, to promote that people care!”
At this point I noticed, this “intern” smirks too much — seriously, every sentence ends with a glaring smile. Is he trying to show off his shiny white teeth?
In this moment of utter confusion; my boss, slightly lunging forward from his comfortable stance off of a rested back upon that fluffy fine corinthian leather couch, looked directly into the eyes of the young man and spoke in a stern voice;
“I understand your compassion, I too once experienced it. Now let me ask you this, how would ‘I’, an individual who has never experienced homelessness except for the times that I passed out after a bender, an individual who has never faced discrimination, an individual who practically never had to work hard a day in his life compared to you, an individual so privileged that not even the Queen of England could muster up the energy to compete with the lavishness that has been endowed upon me relate to the problems of people who have faced dismissiveness at every cornerstone of their life, have had to sleep not knowing if they’ll have a meal the next morning, haven’t had an ounce of security, relate to the problems they face?”
The intern’s smirk quickly dissipated as his Degree of Yale slowly starting to shred before his very eyes as he soon came to the realisation — “How the FUCK are you going to give a speech about poverty when your daddy literally wrote you a Letter of Recommendation to get you a job at this firm, you absolute moronic filth of human excrement!”.
The moral of this event was simply this, as harsh as it seemed at the time; there is the reality and then there is the fantasy — the fantasy is that we do things hoping to find relevance in them, reality is accepting that for people to be able to relate and truly shake them out of apathy; drastic examples are a necessity.
I’d move on with my career, as my beloved misunderstood Boss and Mentor would depart the world soon after; leaving most of his wealth to be donated to charity and the rest to be fought after amongst the remainders of his family.
The thought never left me, for in that moment I’d learnt one of the greatest lesson of all…
You can’t empathise with a situation without having experienced it, and don’t be afraid to wipe that smirk off a privileged and overtly enthusiastic “Intern”.
But most of all, if you wish to change something; be more than willing to just give a speech, be willing to put your money where you mouth is and be ready to get your hands dirty.
Thanks for reading, baby!