Say you’re on a yacht with your principal and they had a few tequilas, and then they’re like, “Oh, come on. Join us.” Ultimately, you have to remember that you are there because they’re paying you. It’s a job. They’re not your friend. Obviously, you need to share compassion and empathy. Sometimes your boss needs you to be a shoulder to cry on.
Okay. Honestly I doubt the difference is that noticeable to someone in a slum who just wants some plain rice to stave off hunger. I don’t really see how it connects back to the larger discussion, either. Like I said, we all agree billionaires are bad.