i am not an employee. i’ve never had a job. i want one. because i want money. and money is good. you can buy things. i also want my licence. that would also be very good. because then i could go visit my bf when ever i wanted.
I want to be an employee. Of something that I enjoy, preferably.
Not something, boring, dull, or lame,
But something that fulfills me, and that I’m proud to name.
I want to work hard, but not die of stress
I want to be useful, and try my very best.
I will be an employee, of myself
If I can’t find something else.
There were multiple employees at work today. Not the best day for everyone to be here, since I had to clean everything. I wish it was a simple meeting, but no. It’s a meeting that everyone but me gets to attend. Mostly because I have to close up shop while they meet, but still. They could have at least sent another person to help. “You are right to fear being alone…” came a long, deep growl from behind me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up straight, coinciding with the chill that ran up and down my spine. “Wha-“
Line upon line of employees stand before us. The short, fat man barks orders, and his workers bow to his whims. They all wear red and white stripes, blue pants and red shoes. They are a parade.
Across the floor,
Employees bound like deer
Running from the glare
Of a wolf, prowling behind,
Hidden from steady view
Behind stalks of reeds
And dark, umbrageous leaves,
Forgetting the invisible strings
Binding them, self-assured
Of their own self-reasoned
Freedoms. Caged and chained
By social status
And arbitrarily unnecessitated
Hierarchies, they unwillingly
Slave away, until they’re
Fit only for extermination,
Lost and forgotten
Even by those for
Whom they bled and toiled.
The employees were tired. The grueling scheduling churned them from one floor to another and by the time the evening was setting they had collapsed by the aisle of porcelain dolls.
i was your employee
your
assistant so to speak
your skin looked almost transparent
in that light
i could see your veins
like sprawling rivers
on a map
i want to go to wherever
The employees were all very polite and respectful, which made me happy. It was nice to feel appreciated. To smile at someone and they ACTUALLY smile back. I don’t think they would ever know how much that meant to me.
Slaves. Bludgeoned with the axe. A fist of iron another of steel. My dreams came in a packet of lucky strikes and the will to hold my daughter with hands untarnished. I work to feed and prosper. The old fella at the top, he smokes off my dreams.
He was just one out of a million, a faceless smudge on the canvas. She bit her lip, rubbing over his identity with her red-stained thumb. There. It was better without him; there were too many employees and not enough leaders. She painted him back in, bigger and bolder with a bright smile. It hit the spot.
The bank tellers scrambled about as black-robed thieves held handguns in the air. “Get down everybody get down! Do as we tell you and nobody will be harmed!” Shaking like a wet dog, one employee, with droplets of sweat dripping down his face and lips nervously murmuring quick prayers, he reluctantly jingled his keys to unlock the massive vault of money.
With my new employees, I thought it would be easy to delegate the overflowing work load. For my business to have grown as It has, I hired some elderly people to answer the phones thinking it would be low maintenance and a good respectful demeanor for people who called in. A little bit of old world charm if you will. I thought this was a blessing, until I had to break up a fight today in the lunchroom. Over of all things a love triangle it seems.
Old Gus! You would think he had given up the ghost. I abruptly learned today he brought his heart out of mothballs. When Mike leaned toward Maybelle and asked her to pass the honey. I guess he didn’t hear right, and got a little bent. He went to strangle old Mike. I had to hold him back and talk him down for a minute. He just turned his head and said “DAMNIT” in the end.
I am looking online after I write this for a sexual harassment manual, it will do little good I am afraid. I saw Maybelle putting lipstick on after the incident. So much for doing less.
With my new employees, I thought it would be easy to delegate the overflowing work load. For my business to have grown as It has, I hired some elderly people to answer the phones thinking it would be low maintenance and a good respectful demeanor for my businesses . A little bit of old world charm if you will. I thought this was a blessing, until I had to break up a fight today in the lunchroom. Over of all things a love triangle it seems.
Old Gus! You would think he had given up the ghost. I abruptly learned today he brought his heart out of mothballs. When Mike leaned toward Maybelle and asked her to pass the honey. I guess he didn’t hear right, and got a little bent. He went to strangle old Mike. Man old people scare me. You just don’t know what they are thinking. I had to hold him back and talk him down for a minute. He just turned his head and said “DAMNIT” in the end.
I am looking online after I write this for a sexual harassment manual. But it will do little good. I saw Maybelle putting lipstick on after the incident. So much for doing less.
As as student I could not as much for the topic of employees. I think this would be the word one would use to describe a mindless robot doing tasks for the very apparent sake of money. Employees are people nonetheless. Trapped in the reality of money.
People work for me
They call them am employee
They don’t get paid as much
But it doesn’t matter to me
They will work their way up
To the top maybe
Someday
I was one once
But no longer
You’ll see
I had this one bitch of an employee. She came to work in a mini skirt and bright bubble gum pink lipstick. she had the kind of eyes that were a wet bubbly blue that looked like she stayed up late every night licking crack off the side of a toilet seat. She yelled at customers, and sometimes stroked their arms in front of their over sized wives. She was a bitch, in every sense of the word.
Systemaatic slaves to cooperations we work all day forever we have no bones until our name tags are branded to our skin right over our hearts how sickenly symbolic we are a forgotton name bob jill jason renee wee work in unifornm we work to live and live to work we slave to eat there is no true freedom in our building bodies. Never shall our eyes clothes we eat paychecks and swallow pennies hire hire hire hire hire
Employer: I look around at all my employees. They enjoy life. This whimsical setting is just what they need to get out of reality. Working at a toy store is WONDERFUL!
Employee: I hate this store. I organize everything and these stupid little kids mess it all up! This is a nightmare! Why do I have to make sure the kids aren’t climbing on anything? I hate my boss, he’s so dingy! Dumb blondes. Someone please SAVE ME!
They do so much and they often go unseen, and unnoticed. In the stores we pass them by without a second glance, they are like permanent pieces of the store,. We dont care who they are, that they have lives of their own. they may as well be invisible.
I am blind but I can see in my dreams. And in my dreams, my empployees do not look and laugh at me like I know they do. I see a world of swirling colour that slowly fades, fades…
Employees of the month. A competition. For the ‘best worker’. But maybe that person isn’t really the best, they just have a lot of time on their hands. Maybe someone else deserves it more. The guy who lost his house. The girl who’s father died. The boy who doesn’t eat for days on end. They may not be doing as much work, but they’re working their asses off for the time they have.
hello
how are you doing?
I think that people should understand one another more easily than they do. But perhaps this is not to be. Alas. I will wait for the day when understanding and communication are key to existence and happiness is second-nature, because really, who wants to live in a world where this is not the case? not me. I want festive rainbows, smiling gentlemen, charming women, and giggling teenagers. No one should be without these things.
The door was bowing now, being warped beyond control by the combined weight of all the employees. She watched as it literally shook upon its hinges. She could tell that there was only one more shove needed to break it down entirely, and as it began to break apart with a series of deafening cracks, all she could think was “Steel door my ass.”
I am an employee, the only one in my family. Decayed or decaying aristocrats look at me askance from their threadbare velvet armchairs as I leave with my briefcase in the morning.
the government needs more of these. not government employees just less unemployment. i don’t want to be an employee. i want to work for myself and be independent. live really sucks. we spend most of it just doing what were told. we are all screwed. life sucks…bad. were doomed to do what our parents say….no matter how much we try, we will always be our parents.
The employees were disgruntled. Rick could see it in their eyes. He didn’t understand why. He thought he was a decent manager. He gave them raises when they deserved it, and tried to keep the chastisements minimal. He avoided power trips, and under his reign, the restaurant was doing brilliantly. He figured the employees should appreciate having a manager that would keep them in a job. Didn’t they want a job?
No, obviously not. They were disgruntled, there was no doubt about it.
work bananas employer regina king monarchy etc am i even doing this right? ahhhhh it breaks my heart. Jeez, this is actually a really long time to type, I’m listening to a hipster song right now, that reminds me of baristas.
You would think that if you worked in a facility for many years that they would look at you as family, not just as another one of their employees. But when it comes down to it, you are just a number in their bookkeeping department.
little ants crawl on my skin, ask me where to travel next
Why do you look to me for instruction? I ask them
You have your own minds, though small, quite adept
at finding your own winding path in the world
Trust your legs to carry you, trust your senses to guide you
I cannot be your choice. You must be your own master.
Employees. They’re part of the working class. No, they ARE the working class. They need money. Hell, they want it. Maybe they’re saving up for a night of fun, a night of passion. Or maybe, they’re saving up for something grand and beautiful when they reach their golden days. Either way, they work hard for that money.
We clock in each morning and out each night, lay our heads on the pillow to prepare to repeat the day in the morning. We’re told that we’re individuals. We’re encouraged to chase our dreams. But we’re all walking the same walk and talking the same talk. We’re all just employees in a company we never interviewed for in the first place.
As employees, sometimes you’re just treated like garbage because you’re wearing a uniform and a nametag. It can be dehumanizing at times. It pays the bills, but even the customers can get away with murder… No sense of courtesy because they use money to turn us into whores.
I think that the best part of my work are the employees. they are what i look foward to every day when i go to work and they bright up my day by destracting me from my complicated life. They are such strong, empowering women that inspire me everyday.
I work with the most amazing people. I know that my employer may only see us as employees but we are actually bonding together in a close knit family. They give me a reason to want to come into work on my worst days. I thank my lucky star for each and every one of them.
Employees of the government are blinded fools to the dictatorship that is underneath and above the president himself, who is, too, a blinded fool.
i am not an employee. i’ve never had a job. i want one. because i want money. and money is good. you can buy things. i also want my licence. that would also be very good. because then i could go visit my bf when ever i wanted.
I want to be an employee. Of something that I enjoy, preferably.
Not something, boring, dull, or lame,
But something that fulfills me, and that I’m proud to name.
I want to work hard, but not die of stress
I want to be useful, and try my very best.
I will be an employee, of myself
If I can’t find something else.
There were multiple employees at work today. Not the best day for everyone to be here, since I had to clean everything. I wish it was a simple meeting, but no. It’s a meeting that everyone but me gets to attend. Mostly because I have to close up shop while they meet, but still. They could have at least sent another person to help. “You are right to fear being alone…” came a long, deep growl from behind me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up straight, coinciding with the chill that ran up and down my spine. “Wha-“
I worked at working for a while. A smile. A tender heart.
20 bucks in my pocket. Broken, but not broke.
Sometimes I wish I did it better.
Sometimes I wish I worked a little harder.
But it’s not easy. In life, you’re a boss or you’re an employee.
But for me, I’ve always wanted to just be.
I wish I could have employees in life that catered to my tasks.However,being an employee myself,I can’t help but feel they wouldn’t be very helpful.
Line upon line of employees stand before us. The short, fat man barks orders, and his workers bow to his whims. They all wear red and white stripes, blue pants and red shoes. They are a parade.
Across the floor,
Employees bound like deer
Running from the glare
Of a wolf, prowling behind,
Hidden from steady view
Behind stalks of reeds
And dark, umbrageous leaves,
Forgetting the invisible strings
Binding them, self-assured
Of their own self-reasoned
Freedoms. Caged and chained
By social status
And arbitrarily unnecessitated
Hierarchies, they unwillingly
Slave away, until they’re
Fit only for extermination,
Lost and forgotten
Even by those for
Whom they bled and toiled.
The employees were tired. The grueling scheduling churned them from one floor to another and by the time the evening was setting they had collapsed by the aisle of porcelain dolls.
i was your employee
your
assistant so to speak
your skin looked almost transparent
in that light
i could see your veins
like sprawling rivers
on a map
i want to go to wherever
The employees were all very polite and respectful, which made me happy. It was nice to feel appreciated. To smile at someone and they ACTUALLY smile back. I don’t think they would ever know how much that meant to me.
Slaves. Bludgeoned with the axe. A fist of iron another of steel. My dreams came in a packet of lucky strikes and the will to hold my daughter with hands untarnished. I work to feed and prosper. The old fella at the top, he smokes off my dreams.
He was just one out of a million, a faceless smudge on the canvas. She bit her lip, rubbing over his identity with her red-stained thumb. There. It was better without him; there were too many employees and not enough leaders. She painted him back in, bigger and bolder with a bright smile. It hit the spot.
The bank tellers scrambled about as black-robed thieves held handguns in the air. “Get down everybody get down! Do as we tell you and nobody will be harmed!” Shaking like a wet dog, one employee, with droplets of sweat dripping down his face and lips nervously murmuring quick prayers, he reluctantly jingled his keys to unlock the massive vault of money.
With my new employees, I thought it would be easy to delegate the overflowing work load. For my business to have grown as It has, I hired some elderly people to answer the phones thinking it would be low maintenance and a good respectful demeanor for people who called in. A little bit of old world charm if you will. I thought this was a blessing, until I had to break up a fight today in the lunchroom. Over of all things a love triangle it seems.
Old Gus! You would think he had given up the ghost. I abruptly learned today he brought his heart out of mothballs. When Mike leaned toward Maybelle and asked her to pass the honey. I guess he didn’t hear right, and got a little bent. He went to strangle old Mike. I had to hold him back and talk him down for a minute. He just turned his head and said “DAMNIT” in the end.
I am looking online after I write this for a sexual harassment manual, it will do little good I am afraid. I saw Maybelle putting lipstick on after the incident. So much for doing less.
With my new employees, I thought it would be easy to delegate the overflowing work load. For my business to have grown as It has, I hired some elderly people to answer the phones thinking it would be low maintenance and a good respectful demeanor for my businesses . A little bit of old world charm if you will. I thought this was a blessing, until I had to break up a fight today in the lunchroom. Over of all things a love triangle it seems.
Old Gus! You would think he had given up the ghost. I abruptly learned today he brought his heart out of mothballs. When Mike leaned toward Maybelle and asked her to pass the honey. I guess he didn’t hear right, and got a little bent. He went to strangle old Mike. Man old people scare me. You just don’t know what they are thinking. I had to hold him back and talk him down for a minute. He just turned his head and said “DAMNIT” in the end.
I am looking online after I write this for a sexual harassment manual. But it will do little good. I saw Maybelle putting lipstick on after the incident. So much for doing less.
As as student I could not as much for the topic of employees. I think this would be the word one would use to describe a mindless robot doing tasks for the very apparent sake of money. Employees are people nonetheless. Trapped in the reality of money.
People work for me
They call them am employee
They don’t get paid as much
But it doesn’t matter to me
They will work their way up
To the top maybe
Someday
I was one once
But no longer
You’ll see
I had this one bitch of an employee. She came to work in a mini skirt and bright bubble gum pink lipstick. she had the kind of eyes that were a wet bubbly blue that looked like she stayed up late every night licking crack off the side of a toilet seat. She yelled at customers, and sometimes stroked their arms in front of their over sized wives. She was a bitch, in every sense of the word.
Systemaatic slaves to cooperations we work all day forever we have no bones until our name tags are branded to our skin right over our hearts how sickenly symbolic we are a forgotton name bob jill jason renee wee work in unifornm we work to live and live to work we slave to eat there is no true freedom in our building bodies. Never shall our eyes clothes we eat paychecks and swallow pennies hire hire hire hire hire
Working a minimum wage job really made me realize how fucking intelligent I am and how petty everyone else is.
Employer: I look around at all my employees. They enjoy life. This whimsical setting is just what they need to get out of reality. Working at a toy store is WONDERFUL!
Employee: I hate this store. I organize everything and these stupid little kids mess it all up! This is a nightmare! Why do I have to make sure the kids aren’t climbing on anything? I hate my boss, he’s so dingy! Dumb blondes. Someone please SAVE ME!
They do so much and they often go unseen, and unnoticed. In the stores we pass them by without a second glance, they are like permanent pieces of the store,. We dont care who they are, that they have lives of their own. they may as well be invisible.
I am blind but I can see in my dreams. And in my dreams, my empployees do not look and laugh at me like I know they do. I see a world of swirling colour that slowly fades, fades…
Employees of the month. A competition. For the ‘best worker’. But maybe that person isn’t really the best, they just have a lot of time on their hands. Maybe someone else deserves it more. The guy who lost his house. The girl who’s father died. The boy who doesn’t eat for days on end. They may not be doing as much work, but they’re working their asses off for the time they have.
We are all employees of someone. Paid or no; internist or teacher or boss. Someone’s bitch. Always.
hello
how are you doing?
I think that people should understand one another more easily than they do. But perhaps this is not to be. Alas. I will wait for the day when understanding and communication are key to existence and happiness is second-nature, because really, who wants to live in a world where this is not the case? not me. I want festive rainbows, smiling gentlemen, charming women, and giggling teenagers. No one should be without these things.
The door was bowing now, being warped beyond control by the combined weight of all the employees. She watched as it literally shook upon its hinges. She could tell that there was only one more shove needed to break it down entirely, and as it began to break apart with a series of deafening cracks, all she could think was “Steel door my ass.”
I am an employee, the only one in my family. Decayed or decaying aristocrats look at me askance from their threadbare velvet armchairs as I leave with my briefcase in the morning.
the government needs more of these. not government employees just less unemployment. i don’t want to be an employee. i want to work for myself and be independent. live really sucks. we spend most of it just doing what were told. we are all screwed. life sucks…bad. were doomed to do what our parents say….no matter how much we try, we will always be our parents.
The employees were disgruntled. Rick could see it in their eyes. He didn’t understand why. He thought he was a decent manager. He gave them raises when they deserved it, and tried to keep the chastisements minimal. He avoided power trips, and under his reign, the restaurant was doing brilliantly. He figured the employees should appreciate having a manager that would keep them in a job. Didn’t they want a job?
No, obviously not. They were disgruntled, there was no doubt about it.
work bananas employer regina king monarchy etc am i even doing this right? ahhhhh it breaks my heart. Jeez, this is actually a really long time to type, I’m listening to a hipster song right now, that reminds me of baristas.
they are the backbone of any company. no company can survive without them. they should be well taken care off.
You would think that if you worked in a facility for many years that they would look at you as family, not just as another one of their employees. But when it comes down to it, you are just a number in their bookkeeping department.
little ants crawl on my skin, ask me where to travel next
Why do you look to me for instruction? I ask them
You have your own minds, though small, quite adept
at finding your own winding path in the world
Trust your legs to carry you, trust your senses to guide you
I cannot be your choice. You must be your own master.
Employees. They’re part of the working class. No, they ARE the working class. They need money. Hell, they want it. Maybe they’re saving up for a night of fun, a night of passion. Or maybe, they’re saving up for something grand and beautiful when they reach their golden days. Either way, they work hard for that money.
We clock in each morning and out each night, lay our heads on the pillow to prepare to repeat the day in the morning. We’re told that we’re individuals. We’re encouraged to chase our dreams. But we’re all walking the same walk and talking the same talk. We’re all just employees in a company we never interviewed for in the first place.
As employees, sometimes you’re just treated like garbage because you’re wearing a uniform and a nametag. It can be dehumanizing at times. It pays the bills, but even the customers can get away with murder… No sense of courtesy because they use money to turn us into whores.
I think that the best part of my work are the employees. they are what i look foward to every day when i go to work and they bright up my day by destracting me from my complicated life. They are such strong, empowering women that inspire me everyday.
I work with the most amazing people. I know that my employer may only see us as employees but we are actually bonding together in a close knit family. They give me a reason to want to come into work on my worst days. I thank my lucky star for each and every one of them.