My first financial district job, the work
was varied – words and figures I’d produce.
But my direct employer was a jerk
who never taught me anything of use.
He wasn’t smart, and he was WASPY white,
a weak and boring sexist with a knack
for sneaky sales and budgets sorely tight.
I worked and left and rarely harkened back.

The only thing he ever said to me
that I’ve retained and valued since that turn:
“You aren’t spurred by power, love, money –
you’re rare – what motivates you is to learn.”
The man was right. It’s not what most expect.
I dearly love to learn I’m incorrect.