"You get out in the world, you take more shit. You climb a little higher, you take less shit. Till one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere and you've forgotten what shit even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake, son." Eddie Temple
I'm not sure whether I'm in rarefied atmosphere or smothered in shit. My layer changes by the hour and is hard wired to DictatorDan's daily dose of madness. I wish he would refrain from bothering us with details. There are things to do. Things to get done. He does neither.
With this bloke, the devil is in the detail. People actually believe this shit. The Peoples Republic of Victoria will give you a job, a career and a pathway. It sounds awfully cultish. The public sector is the only boom industry. Wages have a a clear growth path. Old mate is on $441,000.00 p.a plus Super and earning a day in lieu for his 'Thank You' day. Formerly known as 'Grand Final Eve', this public holiday is remaining despite the fact that the AFL has skipped town. Why? Because the unions said so. If you do the maths, this imbecile is going to earn $2658.08 for turning up to work on a random day. I shudder to think of the cost to a devastated economy. It should be called 'Thanks for Nothing' Day.
Daniel Craig is the only Dan that I care to listen to. He may have announced himself in this movie but he auditioned and got the coolest job on the planet. One line inspires me;
“The art of good business is being a good middleman. Putting people together.”
That's what I do. Watch this space.