It was from a time when cowboys thumbed their dust-streaked dirty jeans and swaggered with guns swinging. That was when they’d shoot you for hurting their friends, and pull you up when you fell, bastard or not. It was their policy
“Our policy states that we cannot take any returns without a receipt,” The clerk said.
“But I just bought this yesterday!” The woman exclaimed. “Really, how can–never mind then!” And she abruptly scooped up the torn smock from the counter. Five paces as she stomped away, she swung back around on her heels. “No, I’d like to see the manager please!”
policy is something that we must follow, seemingly in order to keep everybody operating in a similar direction as smoothly as possible, but also in order to allow us to be as effective as possible with the minimum amount of losses and complete fuckups.
government policy: policy documents: should a word like policy be turning up in this slot, or is it in here because it’s so difficult to find anything to say about it? still, keep trying
It was the company’s policy to have all the rats in the building exterminated. Every employer had to take a net and a gun and hunt down those filthy creatures before starting to work
The policy stated that the F Stop 21K form was necessary in order to support the G 56K form but needed to get stamped by appropriate channels, who were only available through advance notice.
“Policies about all sorts of nonsense.”
“That’s what you get for being a congressman, you have to make the tough decisions.”
“I just didn’t think I’d have to choose between a new season of Firefly or Doctor Who.”
Fuck policy. Fuck human rights; I don’t need to be told what I can and can not do. I am human; I am an animal; I should be free in all ways. I’m not saying discard all common decency and order – I’m not suggesting a world of rape and murder and abuse of the world around us;
I’m suggesting that you fuck off trying to control me.
‘It is not my policy to recommend slimming pills’, said the Doctor over the rim of his spectacles. ‘If you think you need to lose some weight….’Emma noticed that he cast his eye critically over her as he said this…. ‘you could perhaps join a gym?’
‘Yes but you need to be quite fit not to look like a lump of lard in a leotard at the gym. I’m just looking for something to get me started…. ‘Her voice tailed off as the doctor’s lips set in a thin hard line.
Why not get started with some gentle exercise then, he suggested.
She was breaking the rules just being here. Mind you, these were her own rules so it didn’t matter so much. At least, she hoped it didn’t. But really, she knew that if you couldn’t follow your own rules, it was worse. While the authorities could arrest her for breaking the rules, she could do a hundred times worse to herself, wallowing in guilt, overthinking everything. But as she watched the figure cross the road, hair swishing in the wind, she felt no regret at all. It was the right thing to do.
There was an unwritten policy that stated, “Thou shall like cupcakes.” Since it was unwritten, no one believed it. Some people disliked cupcakes, and others were neutral. Yet there were ones who knew in their hearts that cupcakes should be liked, and following those orders, they liked cupcakes.
there is a new policy in operation here: we do nothing without a wiiifm- a whats in it for me, the priority every day is to move towards the passion – it is the policy to let Ostara bring the lit red candle down the stairs walk with it out into the world- and it will burn steadily in any wild storm. And so it is
policies are the things that you have to abide by in order to do things on certain websites just like this one. why not follow them so that you can enjoy the fruits of some internet site? eh sound good?
Official policy was not to question, not to object, not to do anything at all out of the ordinary. And of course, why would you? Do you go against policy. I certainly don’t. I support the system because it works like magic.
The policy of this writing exercise is not to have foresight to what you’re writing. Policy makes me feel like I’m in a box. It feels confining. I feel confined. Why do rules make me feel confined…..
Policy.
Could refer to any number of things. But what comes to mind when I think of policy is how the U.S. deals with foreign countries. Seems to me if they are even a little unstable, we step in. Alongside our NATO Allies of course. But… I wonder what real difference we make in the lives of the people there. And when we leave, will we have made a difference? I hope we’re doing the right thing.
It is my policy to start the day with a clear mind, and coming on to this website and doing these words each day is a great way to do it. As a writer it sharpens my mind for the day, gets me motivated and each day from now on I am competing with myself as to how many words I can do a minute.
Sometimes there are things that you should do in order to follow certain guidelines, these are set forth by the leaders or bosses. They are not always right. signed me
any union speaker would declaim final certainties into the maw of receptive clones destined for political and cultural leadership – formality was uniform – built with brass and black ties – the end result is protocol not policy
policy is lame. policy shouldn’t always have to be followed. policy can be altered and formed into thousands of things. policy should NOT be the foundation of things. Policy is needed but hated
It was Edgar’s policy to always put forth his best foot, anytime he went on a job interview. No matter what the circumstances, how long the interviewer made him wait, or even if he thought he was in way over his head, he knew if he just led with his best foot, energetically, his luck would pan out.
When he finally got into the CEO’s office at GlumCorp International, Inc., he sat down and put his briefcase in his lap. He opened up his briefcase and scanned the pens, the copies of his résumé on heavy stock Bright White Linen Texture paper, and the collection of feet of various birds and small rodents. He picked up a freshly manicured, polished chicken foot and threw it on the CEO’s desk.
The CEO stared at it for 20 seconds, then stood up and grabbed a Voodoo mask off the wall behind his desk. As he danced around the office and chanted, he said to Edgar, “You’re hired. We need your kind in Public Relations.”
Its what they say will keep everything together. A means to achieve a world of peace and understanding, but the simple fact is that its nothing more than a form of a mental prison, a bounds of natural creativity.
“ATTENTION”, it read in big bold letters. “All shoplifters will be prosecuted by the full extent of the law”. It seems like everywhere I go I’m being suppressed by some form of authority.
Who’s policy is it to run my life. I am a free spirit, and I will become free one day, and I will free myself by means of which I have not yet determined.
Policy, so public, public policy policing the public, police policing the polity with policy and the body politic. Policy wonks and political wonders all were are and seem to become obtuse.
Not allowed to have guys in the dorms after midnight. Thats the policy, and if it wasnt for that I would have been you a lot longer. If it wasn’t for that I would have called you to come over while we were stuck on campus for spring break. I would have told you everything then, and maybe just maybe our love would have blossomed and I would be with you today. But because of the policy I am stuck watching you with her. She’s not even worth the corroded penny in my pocket. But because of the policy I have to live with the mistakes that I have made. If you would have stayed with me and never let me go we wouldn’t be where we are today. Secrets break hearts and you are breaking mine everyday. Because of the damn policy.
I know that it’s policy to not allow candles in dorm rooms, but I find them so soothing! And the drapes only caught on fire that one time. And they were my drapes! See? No harm no foul. Just let me burn the one that smells like cucumber and cilantro. Please? It’s for the sake of my sanity! My well being? No? What about incense then?
Policy. The line witch must not be crossed. The box witch one must reside in. The Rules witch are never to be broken. As a child I was taught the importance of these Rules. Of following my Orders. I was taught that The Rules are something witch one should never question. Never dispute. For they are The Rules. They are The Orders.
Only recently I have realized that it is some times ok “Draw Out Side of The Lines”, so to speak.
I massively broke my one-night-only policy when I got together with Lisa. I seriously thought that it was all going to be over, where that thought came from I have no idea. In retrospect, I really wish I had stuck to the policy, ’cause now it’s extremely difficult extricating myself from them without causing hurt.
The pamphlet was set on the desk, ready to be signed. This policy had been worked on for months by the president’s best staff, and yet…he was still unsure if it was the best it could be. Taking a deep breath, he opened the first page, and began to read.
It was from a time when cowboys thumbed their dust-streaked dirty jeans and swaggered with guns swinging. That was when they’d shoot you for hurting their friends, and pull you up when you fell, bastard or not. It was their policy
“Our policy states that we cannot take any returns without a receipt,” The clerk said.
“But I just bought this yesterday!” The woman exclaimed. “Really, how can–never mind then!” And she abruptly scooped up the torn smock from the counter. Five paces as she stomped away, she swung back around on her heels. “No, I’d like to see the manager please!”
policy is something that we must follow, seemingly in order to keep everybody operating in a similar direction as smoothly as possible, but also in order to allow us to be as effective as possible with the minimum amount of losses and complete fuckups.
government policy: policy documents: should a word like policy be turning up in this slot, or is it in here because it’s so difficult to find anything to say about it? still, keep trying
Policy. Policy. Policy.
We always have to use the correct policy
For everything we do at work
For everything we do in life, perhaps?
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It was the company’s policy to have all the rats in the building exterminated. Every employer had to take a net and a gun and hunt down those filthy creatures before starting to work
The policy stated that the F Stop 21K form was necessary in order to support the G 56K form but needed to get stamped by appropriate channels, who were only available through advance notice.
“Policies about all sorts of nonsense.”
“That’s what you get for being a congressman, you have to make the tough decisions.”
“I just didn’t think I’d have to choose between a new season of Firefly or Doctor Who.”
Policy.
Fuck policy. Fuck human rights; I don’t need to be told what I can and can not do. I am human; I am an animal; I should be free in all ways. I’m not saying discard all common decency and order – I’m not suggesting a world of rape and murder and abuse of the world around us;
I’m suggesting that you fuck off trying to control me.
Rules you have to follow.
Everyone, everything, has a policy.
Also known as standards.
Policy.
‘It is not my policy to recommend slimming pills’, said the Doctor over the rim of his spectacles. ‘If you think you need to lose some weight….’Emma noticed that he cast his eye critically over her as he said this…. ‘you could perhaps join a gym?’
‘Yes but you need to be quite fit not to look like a lump of lard in a leotard at the gym. I’m just looking for something to get me started…. ‘Her voice tailed off as the doctor’s lips set in a thin hard line.
Why not get started with some gentle exercise then, he suggested.
My policy on homework is to do it the night before. I have an essay due on Wednesday and another on Friday. Let the games begin.
She was breaking the rules just being here. Mind you, these were her own rules so it didn’t matter so much. At least, she hoped it didn’t. But really, she knew that if you couldn’t follow your own rules, it was worse. While the authorities could arrest her for breaking the rules, she could do a hundred times worse to herself, wallowing in guilt, overthinking everything. But as she watched the figure cross the road, hair swishing in the wind, she felt no regret at all. It was the right thing to do.
There was an unwritten policy that stated, “Thou shall like cupcakes.” Since it was unwritten, no one believed it. Some people disliked cupcakes, and others were neutral. Yet there were ones who knew in their hearts that cupcakes should be liked, and following those orders, they liked cupcakes.
there is a new policy in operation here: we do nothing without a wiiifm- a whats in it for me, the priority every day is to move towards the passion – it is the policy to let Ostara bring the lit red candle down the stairs walk with it out into the world- and it will burn steadily in any wild storm. And so it is
policies are the things that you have to abide by in order to do things on certain websites just like this one. why not follow them so that you can enjoy the fruits of some internet site? eh sound good?
Official policy was not to question, not to object, not to do anything at all out of the ordinary. And of course, why would you? Do you go against policy. I certainly don’t. I support the system because it works like magic.
The policy of this writing exercise is not to have foresight to what you’re writing. Policy makes me feel like I’m in a box. It feels confining. I feel confined. Why do rules make me feel confined…..
Policy.
Could refer to any number of things. But what comes to mind when I think of policy is how the U.S. deals with foreign countries. Seems to me if they are even a little unstable, we step in. Alongside our NATO Allies of course. But… I wonder what real difference we make in the lives of the people there. And when we leave, will we have made a difference? I hope we’re doing the right thing.
My foreign policy, if they’re not interested let them be, move on. They don’t know what they’re missing.
It is my policy to start the day with a clear mind, and coming on to this website and doing these words each day is a great way to do it. As a writer it sharpens my mind for the day, gets me motivated and each day from now on I am competing with myself as to how many words I can do a minute.
Sometimes there are things that you should do in order to follow certain guidelines, these are set forth by the leaders or bosses. They are not always right. signed me
Nach welchen Grundsätzen lebst du?
Was liegt deinen Einstellungen zu grunde?
Was hat dich geprägt?
Wie bildest du deine Meinung
any union speaker would declaim final certainties into the maw of receptive clones destined for political and cultural leadership – formality was uniform – built with brass and black ties – the end result is protocol not policy
what is your orange policy?
to peel, or not to peel
to rest in a palm
to press
policy is lame. policy shouldn’t always have to be followed. policy can be altered and formed into thousands of things. policy should NOT be the foundation of things. Policy is needed but hated
It was Edgar’s policy to always put forth his best foot, anytime he went on a job interview. No matter what the circumstances, how long the interviewer made him wait, or even if he thought he was in way over his head, he knew if he just led with his best foot, energetically, his luck would pan out.
When he finally got into the CEO’s office at GlumCorp International, Inc., he sat down and put his briefcase in his lap. He opened up his briefcase and scanned the pens, the copies of his résumé on heavy stock Bright White Linen Texture paper, and the collection of feet of various birds and small rodents. He picked up a freshly manicured, polished chicken foot and threw it on the CEO’s desk.
The CEO stared at it for 20 seconds, then stood up and grabbed a Voodoo mask off the wall behind his desk. As he danced around the office and chanted, he said to Edgar, “You’re hired. We need your kind in Public Relations.”
Its what they say will keep everything together. A means to achieve a world of peace and understanding, but the simple fact is that its nothing more than a form of a mental prison, a bounds of natural creativity.
“ATTENTION”, it read in big bold letters. “All shoplifters will be prosecuted by the full extent of the law”. It seems like everywhere I go I’m being suppressed by some form of authority.
Who’s policy is it to run my life. I am a free spirit, and I will become free one day, and I will free myself by means of which I have not yet determined.
Policy, so public, public policy policing the public, police policing the polity with policy and the body politic. Policy wonks and political wonders all were are and seem to become obtuse.
Policy. Rules.
Important men in suits – policy makers.
Stiff. Rigid.
Want to help the people?
Not allowed to have guys in the dorms after midnight. Thats the policy, and if it wasnt for that I would have been you a lot longer. If it wasn’t for that I would have called you to come over while we were stuck on campus for spring break. I would have told you everything then, and maybe just maybe our love would have blossomed and I would be with you today. But because of the policy I am stuck watching you with her. She’s not even worth the corroded penny in my pocket. But because of the policy I have to live with the mistakes that I have made. If you would have stayed with me and never let me go we wouldn’t be where we are today. Secrets break hearts and you are breaking mine everyday. Because of the damn policy.
I know that it’s policy to not allow candles in dorm rooms, but I find them so soothing! And the drapes only caught on fire that one time. And they were my drapes! See? No harm no foul. Just let me burn the one that smells like cucumber and cilantro. Please? It’s for the sake of my sanity! My well being? No? What about incense then?
Policy. The line witch must not be crossed. The box witch one must reside in. The Rules witch are never to be broken. As a child I was taught the importance of these Rules. Of following my Orders. I was taught that The Rules are something witch one should never question. Never dispute. For they are The Rules. They are The Orders.
Only recently I have realized that it is some times ok “Draw Out Side of The Lines”, so to speak.
I massively broke my one-night-only policy when I got together with Lisa. I seriously thought that it was all going to be over, where that thought came from I have no idea. In retrospect, I really wish I had stuck to the policy, ’cause now it’s extremely difficult extricating myself from them without causing hurt.
policy
police
The pamphlet was set on the desk, ready to be signed. This policy had been worked on for months by the president’s best staff, and yet…he was still unsure if it was the best it could be. Taking a deep breath, he opened the first page, and began to read.
I don’t know much about policy. They say honesty is the best policy. I’m not sure about that.