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Millionaire boss' cheap glance

  • 28 April 2015
The guy I work with

The CEO of my company is on$10.7 million a year. 

He did a floor walk today. He glanced at me for less than half a second. I worked out that he's on $41,152 a day.   Then worked out his glance at me was worth about $7.80.   I feel ripped off. That was a crap glance.     Drunk

The moon strays unanchored toearth, its light tangling through theblack. A cat follows you halfway home.Someone says something,somewhere,                                                         somehow.Then a sea and tide of beer as the froth pullsquick, tugging back around yourankles in the dark shallows, theoptical illusiondragging you over —a great ship belly up —moon looking on.Then that damn cat skitspast again.Meow.

 

My favourite creatures

Cats are a slinky, fluid substance — furryliquid. A spill on your lap. You can pour acat into an empty fish bowl.

Crows are bolted to reality, hard-featheredambling bolted to time — even in flight —silhouette stamped into the sky.

Humans simply fill spacethen open up — big gaping chasms —and fall backward into themselves.

But you — you are a creatureand I love you.

Squashed on a train, peak hour   Business men who crack their knuckles inches from my gut. A balding woman on the phone thanking HR for 30 days stress leave before slurping on a plastic squeeze-pack of mayonnaise.   Off the train now and there’s a taxi on fire, doors chimneyed open, the driver blank faced — lost in the middle of the road — elsewhere with his cigarette.   A young guy asks me by the bus stop terminal if I know anyone who wants to buy 'shoes' — in the middle of the state’s Ice epidemic.   A jet engine ceilings overhead — its shadow presses across a broken bassinet on the nature strip.   I get home and find a letter for an ex-tenant demanding thousands of dollars to creditors.   This is all unlike my ex-tenant's mail in my last suburb, letters demanding why they hadn't re-subscribed to the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra.   Perhaps I'll subscribe?   My Grandpas were respectively: a Boxer/Council worker and a coal shoveling Navy Man. And although I’m large enough to fill either of their boots, I’m so very precious, brittle and tediously middle-class. I check to see if I’ve bitten my nails properly.   I could fall apart at any moment   Motivation

Last night I realised creativity wasn'tsomething I did as an indulgence norsomething I do on the side or toearn money or towin an award or forfun or avocation or forrecognition or todabble with or for alaugh oroptional or tomake others happy or forstrangers to ponder at a convention or as aKey Performance Indicator