The setting
was in a posh hotel. It was done to impress the candidates that this is the
right place to be, to be in the right company and everything is fine, first
class stuff. All the riches money can buy. The décor and ambience were like
those gold bullions and diamond bucket shops, a façade done to impress the
impressionable, with superficial finesses.
The
candidates must be awed by the opulence of such an interview setting. It is
like walking into the temple of god, and in the company of gods. And the
godlike interviewers will field their cleverly crafted questions to assess the
candidates, at the same time to impress them that the interviewers are the
super talents and assessing the super talents wannabes. The unspoken ethos, you
need to get pass them to be seen as good enough to be a super talent. They will
assess the candidate’s potential and aspiration.
In the
course of a few days of interviews, the candidates tried their very best to be
the one to be selected and they will muster the most ingenious ways, at times
queer, but always different, to impress the godlike interviewers. Some will
bring themselves so low, to prove humility, that they are in politics to serve
the people, anything but for personal glory and money. They don’t mind becoming
social workers, very highly paid social workers, to look after the oldies and
the poor, the special needs children, a very noble sense of wanting to give to
the downtrodden, to care for them. Some would go down one level further by
confessing their greatest love for animals, the non sentient beans. They rather
care for animals than the already blessed human beans.
The smarter
ones will try to game the system. They did their homework and know what the
interviewers were looking for. So they showed off their management skills and
said they want to manage town councils. They know that the skill to run town
council is a mandatory skill to run a country. Anyone that is incapable of
running a town council means no good to run a country. Instant failure. They
would not mind being paid $16,000 pm or more with the perks, to brag how well
they can sweep floors and make sure public toilets are clean, and the roads
have no pot holes.
The not so
bright ones, who thought they are brighter, would tell the interviewers their
aspirations to be great politicians, great leaders and even want to chase the
rainbows, and be prime ministers or ministers. They want to live with the true
spirit of meritocracy and being high achievers.
The
interview is a very serious process to pick out the deserving candidates to be
politicians, to be paid in the millions, at least $16,000 a month to start
with, and only part time. Many candidates were picked and shortlisted, and
after the interviews, many more days and nights would be spent sorting out the
real and good stuff from the pretenders.
Finally,
after a long wait, the list will be announced. Those aspiring to be road
sweepers, to manage town councils are chosen. Those wanting to be highly
expensive social workers or animal lovers were also desirable candidates, the
type of people to become political leaders and to look after the welfare of
animals in the islands, like stray dogs and cats. Those that want to be great
leaders, to run the country, to be ministers and prime ministers, were
unfortunately not chosen. Who needs such ambitious brats? There are enough
godlike talents and the pyramid at the top is very narrow. No room for smart
alecs and bright and ambitious politicians.
The
interviewers studied their needs very carefully and picked the right people to
fill in the slots from the best candidates available. They need town council
managers, not political leaders, they need people who have a big heart for the
down trodden, for the poor animals. They need people to sweep the floors and
clean toilets. There is no need for real leaders, leaders that can solve
national issues. They already have plenty of them in the stables. What,
glorified and over paid social workers and animal lovers? Are they being paid
too much for what they are doing? Not really, unless you want to employ foreign
workers to do these jobs.
My
inspiration for the above story comes from the Animal Farm. It is 100%
fictional and would be good for another 100 years as a political piece of crap.
