In the midst of P Diddy being in some serious (for the average person) shit, I can’t help but reminisce on the times him and I never actually spent together. Sean and Eric. Puff and Hamm. P Diddy and E Diddy. Makes me really wonder what could have been and what should have been. Here’s how it all went down.
I ventured into the city the summer before my senior year of college for an interview with the Blue Flame Agency, a marketing subsidiary of Bad Boy Entertainment, founded by Sean “Puffy” Combs himself. I met with his Senior Executive Assistant, aka the woman who knows everything about his life. She told me she knew his alarm/garage codes, his kids’ teachers, birthdays, likes/dislikes, etc. She booked reservations for him, bought his kids gifts, she did it all. She was one of those super smart but also super hood chicks. I mean, who else could handle all of Puff’s affairs? Diddy couldn’t operate without her. I sat at her desk, adjacent from his personal office. He wasn’t in that day, unfortunately, but I was three feet away from the room where he sits and makes millions. The door was open. I could see his carpet, his desk, his chair, all of it. It was magical. You knew a real boss made big moves in that room.
The story really isn’t all that wild. I interviewed for an internship and I didn’t hear back until I was already in the swing of my classes. By the time I was offered the position, it wouldn’t have been easy to make it work. Commuting to the city 3 days a week for an unpaid internship whilst balancing a full course load just wasn’t the best move at the time. WHAT AN IDIOT. Dumbest mistake of my life. But I am left with a decent/depressing story, so that’s unique. How many people do you know who have turned down an internship in P Diddy’s office? Exactly.
It also doesn’t help that I sit on my couch all day when I could be sitting on Diddy’s couch. Damn it I could have been a BAD BOY.