he was an executive. damn. so out of my league, why was he bothering with me? i’m just nancy. i’m just a waitress. i wasn’t meant for his life. i’m glad i got out.
She was the first person in her family to ever really have a job. Well, waiters, janitors, all that. but Elise was the first person to have a job that made her proud to get up in the morning. She had worked long long hours, days and weeks with no other purpose but studying, and as she looked out the view of her office, she knew it was worth it.
I’d love to be an executive. In charge of something. Something wonderful. Something powerful and important. Something that could change lives. I think, “Executive Director of…” and I see a classy lady, taking on the world.
big real strong and fabulous. Like a boss but with pin stripes. I thought about it and spit it out. What does he/she say today it changes all the time. I have met many and they don’t seem that executive to me. How unfortunate. A word that means more than it is. Like optimate or primal. Lost without the pin stripes.
An executive… something. I don’t know. I have no knowledge of this word beyond this definition: An executive has something to do with business. “A business executive.” Way to make me feel stupid, website. I’ve tried to avoid it, but I completely failed at it. I refreshed the page like 4 times. You wouldn’t change the word. You’re a dick. That was such a dick move. /: Now I’m waiting for the time to run out. This doesn’…… oh. It says time’s up.
hmm, what to write about this word, “executive”. It could be executive at a company, or simply… i do not know. ha ha. this is great… with your light purple writing.. font. blah blah.
In charge. I don’t want to be one. I could be one. But I don’t want to. It’s to formal. Look at that x. Even that x is bored of the word. It doesn’t want to be there. Neither do I. I’d rather explore. Now THAT’S a happy x.
The executive closed the door
he sat down slowly and took a sip of water
noone said a word
he started laughing
then he walked out of the room
he never came back
An executive is a peculiar thing they can be either one of two things a strong driver of a company that motivates and inspires their employees, or a leech on the company as a whole sucking the company of all its benefits to meet their own ends.
The loneliest person in an operation is the one in charge.
Sitting on a pedestal just waiting for someone to knock them down or rise above them.
Or for their rule to eventually be eroded away by time.
She fumbled down an empty hallway– she dodged glances that weren’t ever there, staring intently at her clean heels and business-casual black pencil skirt. Clenched in her hand were papers that were important to everyone but her. Clenched in her soul was the realization that she had never done anything in this company that meant anything to her and now, 20 years later, she reached for the door. And stopped. And Sat. And Cried.
To be important. I think when you an executive you’re a hot shot. a big guy. a person of great means. I wish to be like that someday. That would be sweet….
I wish the world would look at me in the sense that I am someone to watch for… to appreciate and admire. That is what I think this word implies… when you go for that golden opportunity.. and people notice.
the executive office is filled with many nameless faces. all looking around and thinking the same thing. impossible. the president looks up and says, “push the button” before anyone can even breathe, it ends.
the executives take all the power away from those of us who try to do what is right. so fight. that is the solution
The executive spun his chair around to gaze out of the glass windows of his eighteenth story corner office. “My, what a a fine mess I’ve gotten myself into this time”, he whispered under his breath, as he put one bullet into the chamber of his gun.
executive, executed. one day its that way the next day its this. the world changes for you in the blink of an eye, i always feel like it does, sometimes i can’t help but go backwards, i feel like i’m circling out of control, something pushing me, something pulling me backwards. my decisions get ignored, when i try to be assertive they get shot down.
Did you make one? What was it about? Did you decide what you’d be wearing today, or where you’d go for lunch? Perhaps you made a decision about whether or not you were going to make a decision.
Betty walked into Alan’s office. it had been 3 days since the night they spent there and she can’t get it out of her head. She wondered if he thought about it as much as she did. Hopefully. She was pulling out all the moves she used to pull out at college. She wanted badly for him to take her again right then and there but he was on a call with a client. She silently slipped in to put a stack of mindless papers. In truth she just wanted to see him and let him see her, in the new tight blouse shes been meaning to wear since forever. Two of the top buttons were undone and that two too many. She faltered over his words for a moment when he saw her. A sly smile crept to her face as she sauntered out swaying her hips more then usual.
i really donnow what to write her so im just going to write the first sentance that i can come up w ith at the moment. friendly bombers in bound. that was the first thing i heard right after writing the fors sentance.
He marched into the office, papers flying rapidly from his briefcase. He slammed it down on the table, demanding that his executive examine the files. After a long stare, he consented, glancing briefly at the papers. He slowly stood, ripped them in two, and demanded “get out” in a low, steady voice.
what one attains. a chair. ergonomic. a special area in the airport. a well dressed lady in a grey suit, walking determinedly down the streets of new york. the beauty of clean, oval tables and leather bound chairs. how long is a minute? forever, it seems. i have a text message i need to check.
etymology of this world is from latin, exequi, which is also the basis for the word execute. all my life, the idea of striving to be successful in business has felt like a life sentence.
i refuse to conform to social norms. it is something i am punished for daily.
The airplane touched down on the runway, a small crowd waiting out on the exposed tarmack, holding dark umbrellas as shields against the heavy falling rain. The security guards lined themselves up in a line of dark suits, face impassive; the savior stepping down out of executive class.
my dad is an executive i think. i don’t even know why anybody would want to be an executive. doesn’t it sounds boring? like sitting in an office all day, and not let’s all get drunk mad men style. boring shit. no the only type of office executive i want to be is a tv studio one. like with cool creative control and what not. that sounds so much more entertaining.
She was sitting in her office, the executive office wondering what her first official decision should be. She knew there were people to fire, people to hire, people to talk too, clients to call, and much more but she honestly had no idea what to do first. She was so confused that she just sat there, spinning in her chair and smiling to herself. She had been waiting for this promotion for forever, so she figured it was ok to slack a little now that it was hers. Just as she spun around again she bit her lip as her boss came into her office clearing his throat…
the executives stood there, in a row that mocks you as you walk by it. you feel like a failure in comparison, with your camera in your hand-but you are better than their suits, ties and brief cases.
The executive branch of my society resides in the parents that made me. Executive decisions. Executive jobs. Executive fruition. They are wise and old and executive and cold. But, I love them regardless of their boring legislative souls.
the executive walked in. “what’d you do to get this high?” she said. he frowned. “some men get to where they are without lies and cheats,” he replied. she scoffed the scoff of a woman who had long lost the trust of men. he frowned again. he was a good guy, but those didn’t exist anymore in this day and age.
i am never an executive to your company, it stinks. the only person i want to execute with is myself sometimes some hot guy, let’s execute uhm yesh. the executive with their suits and ties, with their sexy skirts and high heels… ok maybe.
The purple line is intimidating, like an arbitrarily demanding executive waiting across some large, pristine desk; every dot is a whispered tap of the finger on it’s spotless surface. The light of the window behind this impatient figure is bright as mid-day suns through overcast skies: blinding and dissatisfying. I am slight and squinting here.
She was the executive, you could say. You could call her a lot of other things, too. The exhibitor, the executioner- but never the ex. There was something about her that I never could shake, though I tried time and time again. I gave up and let her steal my blood away like a mosquito, let her taunt me with her fabrications and derogatory terms. I begged her to let me use my phone to send a text message, and she turned me down. I pleaded with her to let me have one hour of peace, but she refused. In my own life, I was a subordinate worker, working pointless hours for meager rewards. But considering you’re the reward, I’ll give it a go.
executive. business suits. suitcase. brief case. boxer briefs. kick boxer. million dollar baby. a mili. lil wayne. young money. nicki minaj. brooklyn.where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at.
he was an executive. damn. so out of my league, why was he bothering with me? i’m just nancy. i’m just a waitress. i wasn’t meant for his life. i’m glad i got out.
Exec
Exellent!
leitend, führend, verantwortung über nehmen…
erwachsen werden…
It’s not an order,
But it is executive.
Execute.
Do it.
Do it to yourself.
That’s all it takes.
Brevity,
Command.
Try it
Again,
And again
And again
And again
And
And
And
And
And
Again.
Execute.
Try it for yourself.
It’s not an order,
But it is executive. Penis wrinkle.
She was the first person in her family to ever really have a job. Well, waiters, janitors, all that. but Elise was the first person to have a job that made her proud to get up in the morning. She had worked long long hours, days and weeks with no other purpose but studying, and as she looked out the view of her office, she knew it was worth it.
I’d love to be an executive. In charge of something. Something wonderful. Something powerful and important. Something that could change lives. I think, “Executive Director of…” and I see a classy lady, taking on the world.
I refuse.
big real strong and fabulous. Like a boss but with pin stripes. I thought about it and spit it out. What does he/she say today it changes all the time. I have met many and they don’t seem that executive to me. How unfortunate. A word that means more than it is. Like optimate or primal. Lost without the pin stripes.
An executive… something. I don’t know. I have no knowledge of this word beyond this definition: An executive has something to do with business. “A business executive.” Way to make me feel stupid, website. I’ve tried to avoid it, but I completely failed at it. I refreshed the page like 4 times. You wouldn’t change the word. You’re a dick. That was such a dick move. /: Now I’m waiting for the time to run out. This doesn’…… oh. It says time’s up.
hmm, what to write about this word, “executive”. It could be executive at a company, or simply… i do not know. ha ha. this is great… with your light purple writing.. font. blah blah.
In charge. I don’t want to be one. I could be one. But I don’t want to. It’s to formal. Look at that x. Even that x is bored of the word. It doesn’t want to be there. Neither do I. I’d rather explore. Now THAT’S a happy x.
no stopping it now, no you can’t stop it. you want to but god someone else would do it. better that it’s you, right? right?
The executive closed the door
he sat down slowly and took a sip of water
noone said a word
he started laughing
then he walked out of the room
he never came back
An executive is a peculiar thing they can be either one of two things a strong driver of a company that motivates and inspires their employees, or a leech on the company as a whole sucking the company of all its benefits to meet their own ends.
The loneliest person in an operation is the one in charge.
Sitting on a pedestal just waiting for someone to knock them down or rise above them.
Or for their rule to eventually be eroded away by time.
She fumbled down an empty hallway– she dodged glances that weren’t ever there, staring intently at her clean heels and business-casual black pencil skirt. Clenched in her hand were papers that were important to everyone but her. Clenched in her soul was the realization that she had never done anything in this company that meant anything to her and now, 20 years later, she reached for the door. And stopped. And Sat. And Cried.
To be important. I think when you an executive you’re a hot shot. a big guy. a person of great means. I wish to be like that someday. That would be sweet….
I wish the world would look at me in the sense that I am someone to watch for… to appreciate and admire. That is what I think this word implies… when you go for that golden opportunity.. and people notice.
the executive office is filled with many nameless faces. all looking around and thinking the same thing. impossible. the president looks up and says, “push the button” before anyone can even breathe, it ends.
the executives take all the power away from those of us who try to do what is right. so fight. that is the solution
The executive spun his chair around to gaze out of the glass windows of his eighteenth story corner office. “My, what a a fine mess I’ve gotten myself into this time”, he whispered under his breath, as he put one bullet into the chamber of his gun.
executive, executed. one day its that way the next day its this. the world changes for you in the blink of an eye, i always feel like it does, sometimes i can’t help but go backwards, i feel like i’m circling out of control, something pushing me, something pulling me backwards. my decisions get ignored, when i try to be assertive they get shot down.
Make a decision.
Go ahead. Don’t be shy.
Did you make one? What was it about? Did you decide what you’d be wearing today, or where you’d go for lunch? Perhaps you made a decision about whether or not you were going to make a decision.
You are an executive. Congratulations.
Betty walked into Alan’s office. it had been 3 days since the night they spent there and she can’t get it out of her head. She wondered if he thought about it as much as she did. Hopefully. She was pulling out all the moves she used to pull out at college. She wanted badly for him to take her again right then and there but he was on a call with a client. She silently slipped in to put a stack of mindless papers. In truth she just wanted to see him and let him see her, in the new tight blouse shes been meaning to wear since forever. Two of the top buttons were undone and that two too many. She faltered over his words for a moment when he saw her. A sly smile crept to her face as she sauntered out swaying her hips more then usual.
make this decision. dont be a bird. flying takes too long.
i really donnow what to write her so im just going to write the first sentance that i can come up w ith at the moment. friendly bombers in bound. that was the first thing i heard right after writing the fors sentance.
He marched into the office, papers flying rapidly from his briefcase. He slammed it down on the table, demanding that his executive examine the files. After a long stare, he consented, glancing briefly at the papers. He slowly stood, ripped them in two, and demanded “get out” in a low, steady voice.
what one attains. a chair. ergonomic. a special area in the airport. a well dressed lady in a grey suit, walking determinedly down the streets of new york. the beauty of clean, oval tables and leather bound chairs. how long is a minute? forever, it seems. i have a text message i need to check.
People who work as executives live out boring career choices. The pay may be well, but your wife will divorce you and your
etymology of this world is from latin, exequi, which is also the basis for the word execute. all my life, the idea of striving to be successful in business has felt like a life sentence.
i refuse to conform to social norms. it is something i am punished for daily.
however, i regret nothing.
The airplane touched down on the runway, a small crowd waiting out on the exposed tarmack, holding dark umbrellas as shields against the heavy falling rain. The security guards lined themselves up in a line of dark suits, face impassive; the savior stepping down out of executive class.
my dad is an executive i think. i don’t even know why anybody would want to be an executive. doesn’t it sounds boring? like sitting in an office all day, and not let’s all get drunk mad men style. boring shit. no the only type of office executive i want to be is a tv studio one. like with cool creative control and what not. that sounds so much more entertaining.
She was sitting in her office, the executive office wondering what her first official decision should be. She knew there were people to fire, people to hire, people to talk too, clients to call, and much more but she honestly had no idea what to do first. She was so confused that she just sat there, spinning in her chair and smiling to herself. She had been waiting for this promotion for forever, so she figured it was ok to slack a little now that it was hers. Just as she spun around again she bit her lip as her boss came into her office clearing his throat…
the executives stood there, in a row that mocks you as you walk by it. you feel like a failure in comparison, with your camera in your hand-but you are better than their suits, ties and brief cases.
The executive branch of my society resides in the parents that made me. Executive decisions. Executive jobs. Executive fruition. They are wise and old and executive and cold. But, I love them regardless of their boring legislative souls.
the executive walked in. “what’d you do to get this high?” she said. he frowned. “some men get to where they are without lies and cheats,” he replied. she scoffed the scoff of a woman who had long lost the trust of men. he frowned again. he was a good guy, but those didn’t exist anymore in this day and age.
i am never an executive to your company, it stinks. the only person i want to execute with is myself sometimes some hot guy, let’s execute uhm yesh. the executive with their suits and ties, with their sexy skirts and high heels… ok maybe.
The purple line is intimidating, like an arbitrarily demanding executive waiting across some large, pristine desk; every dot is a whispered tap of the finger on it’s spotless surface. The light of the window behind this impatient figure is bright as mid-day suns through overcast skies: blinding and dissatisfying. I am slight and squinting here.
She was the executive, you could say. You could call her a lot of other things, too. The exhibitor, the executioner- but never the ex. There was something about her that I never could shake, though I tried time and time again. I gave up and let her steal my blood away like a mosquito, let her taunt me with her fabrications and derogatory terms. I begged her to let me use my phone to send a text message, and she turned me down. I pleaded with her to let me have one hour of peace, but she refused. In my own life, I was a subordinate worker, working pointless hours for meager rewards. But considering you’re the reward, I’ll give it a go.
I see the executive branch or executives in a business. I think executions, exits, exacts.
I’m not gonna have an office job
where everyone calls me Ma’am.
Or a job counting money
for the better off.
I’m going to change
the world
someday.
executive. business suits. suitcase. brief case. boxer briefs. kick boxer. million dollar baby. a mili. lil wayne. young money. nicki minaj. brooklyn.where brooklyn at, where brooklyn at.