Employees are underrated. Theyre treated unfairly most of the time and take a lot of shit from people that don’t know half the shit they’re talking about. Employees are who you learn from. Not your bosses or your colleagues. The real people. Employees.
Madison Gardner
Employees are like a gift from god
They just comply to your orders
There may be disputes or tears
and sometimes the occasional pay raise demand
but at the end of the day, they’re family.
Emma
The employees watched in growing horror as he worked his way down the “All you can eat” buffet. As plates and cutlery disappeared, it became clear that someone had to tell him it only applied to the food.
tonykeyesjapan
There were three employees being considered for the monthly title, which to me proved to be entirely insignificant save for the 10% discount they would receive on anything they bought for themselves in the store. But none of the workers at this place ever wanted to shop here. We had grown tired of the same products, plastic-coated trinkets, and random sports-themed souvenirs. I even made it a point not to buy a DVD from the place.
Belinda Roddie
employees are just meatbags. That’s what a boss should be saying. They’re breathing and living things, sucking oxygen, eating time. It would be best that they are replaced by machines, robotic arms that consume nothing but small doses of sweet, syrupy electricity.
Tony
The employees work at the store. They don’t own the store, the store owns them. The store decides when they wake up, when they leave the house, and how much money they have to spend every week. Some employees get a surplus, others get a shortage. This is decided by the quality of their education.
If I ever had employees, I’d treat them nice. Not fake, not manipulatively, just nice. The world needs more kindness than anger and bossiness. Or “born leaders”. What kind of leader is one who cares not for his followers?
Claire
i am an employee. i will be an employee my whole life. 9 to 5. 8.5 hour shifts. half hour unpaid break. our lives are divided into segments, paid and unpaid. our passions fall second to our duties, something that has been going on for eons. a tiger is the employee of himself, his job, to hunt for food. humans are no better, the only difference is they can dream of a different sort of life.
Employees are the workforce of this country and the essential part of this economy. This economy is solely based on the work output of the employees. Without employees who work the work? Who will fight the fight? We are the body that runs this country.
NuJJHC
Little bumble bees
Listening to the queen bee
fly into the night.
he spun me in a web of visor and apron
kissed me deeply.
i needed his love and i scorned my parents
in payment, he gave me no will.
fuck the devil,
fuck his will.
Julia
They work often. Dedicated they will work hard for that paycheck to pay the bills. The expenses are many and they are capable.
Andrew Elder
I love my partners. They don’t realize what it means for me to be able to laugh and share life with them. To work and be upset at customers, to be proud of our accomplishments. Sometimes I feel closer to them than my own family….and yet they know nothing about me.
The employees at the local bank are quiet today. They work in whispers, stamping and signing and handing over money, but not really engaging with the people they serve. I heard that their manager died in a car accident on the weekend – a man ploughed through his car in the intersection. I think I’d be quiet, too.
we are the multitudes that are creatures in a machine. not the ones that were created with souls and creativity but those who are under an employer. but. I. want. to. break. out. and i am flooded with the idea that a vacation in France will solve all my problems and pacify all my fears. that is not true. I will be the same body on different soil.
Ylan
I am an employee. I live a life of boredom and repetition. Eat, sleep, work. Eat, sleep, work. Oh what a dreary life i lead. With only the company of my cat. Time to take a stand. Time to do something different with my life! I will have pasta tonight instead of pizza! Take that society
Dani Frederick
The employees
pace back and forth
singing silent songs of joy.
Tomorrow
is
Friday
and we will soon
never return.
Everywhere. Employees work. Going through the day doing something they dont want to do. wasting away time and wishing they were somewhere else. somewhere better. somewhere worth their time. but they work anyway for money to make a living.
Alicia
The employees at the bank were involved in a malicious scheme to rob the bank and frame the owner. They were cynical for not having Christmas Eve off and wanted the boss to pay – literally.
L
I crave to be one. I used to be one. When I am one again I won’t want to be one. The best thing about being one is the money. The best thing about not being one is the time you have. I would like to be a part time one but still get lots and lots of money.
Dominique
They are people who work for me, they have no motivation, perhaps due to my leadership or lack thereof. Employees won’t go the extra mile for a business because in this working culture there is no incentive for them to do so. Employer, in a way, understandably, want more for less, whilst employees have the exact opposite expectations.
Shuffling papers,
Mugs brimming
With copper-tasting coffee,
Too early to be here.
Chelsea
Thank god I don’t have any. Employees that is. And thank god for the people who want them, it is an obligation and an honor to hire people but as many people who have kids know…having employees is an obligation and commitment of that order so kudos to those who have employees because you don’t have the benefit of loving them because they’re your kids..they are distinct, quirky, you have to deal with non-family. Ugh. If you have employees I salute you, easier to be one than to have them.
rebecca
My head throbbed as all my employees pounded on my office door.
“What should we do now, Ms. Casey?” they all asked over and over again. I pulled my draw open and shuffled around violently. Where were my goddamn pills?! I finally found them and fumbled with the cap. Once i got it open and shoved a mouthful of medication into my mouth. Sigh. Finally. My heart beat gradually decreased and existed my brain and my migraine diminished.
They stood the employees all in a line so they could check their pockets.
“No one’s leaving until we figure out who took the money,” yelled the scruffy manager.
Oi. I’ve been long lost to the working world, waking every day to the sound of no plans and an empty schedule. It’s not so amazing, free time. Sometimes I miss the quick pace and horrid moods of others, telling me what to do and say and think and feel. At least then I had the nerve to have an actual personality. Maybe without all the pressure, I’m nothing but a body.
employees are workers. They work here for a month and there for a year. They do as they are told and they never question their boss. They help people in the world. But they are not respected. It is people with the careers and college degrees that get the respect.
The employees were tired, oh so tired. Day after day was spent in their cubicle during nine to five shifts. They wanted out of this corporation, they wanted that escape they had dreamed about. Everyone needs an escape. These employees turned into mindless zombies.
Once inside, I ask why I was called here. I’m told that I have not been a good employee. Employee? That’s what I am, employed by you? Just a piece of meat? No, I am a thinker. I may be paid by you, but I am not your slave.
Mark Bryk
employees only you never wanted to understand in the place where you live out loud theater of pain in the ass to grass is always greener on the other side to side out
Paul
Employees awakens in my mind a hierarchee. A person loses their creativity by being an employee. He is not a worker. A worker is someone who works, and thinks, and acts. An employee is simply employed by another, as if he is a slave.
Mark Bryk
The lone employee sat at his desk, feeling unnoticed, and unwanted. He was the supply manager, and he was going to kill himself today. The phone rang at his desk. “This will be my last phone call.” He though to himself. When he picked it up, a woman answered saying, “Hello, this is Rebecca calling for Nace. Is your company in need of our product?”
The employees left the building one by one. It had been a long day but no one was quite ready to leave. The guy sweeping up the McDOnald’s across the street thought they looked like a basketball team getting off the bus after an away game.
LailaLCR
It’s what they called us. A synonym for circus animal, using us to show off their major corporation. Property.
Just then the employees rose up and took control of the super store. The rebels have finally achieved their war. The owner of the store was baffled by the craziness of the psychotic employees that he personally hired. Poor Mr. Jeffery just wanted to start a humble creativity palace and next thing he knows demonic “independent followers” start a war in his store!
why do we work?
do we seek the thrill of the paycheck,
the breathy adrenaline of office life?
or do we instead long for the mundanity of a rut
knowing that it is too dangerous to be who you can truly be
I never want to be an employee. I just don’t. I don’t want to work for someone else. I want to work for myself. I don’t want anyone to work with me. I just want to be by myself. All the time. Probably more than I should.
I don’t want a boss. I want to be my own boss. I don’t need anyone else telling me what to do. I don’t WANT anyone else telling me what to do. I want to do what I want. And I want to do what will make me happy. And I can’t be happy if someone’s telling me what to do.
I bring tinsel, pins
Scavenged treasures
Until our nest unfurls
Like a lotus
It is my dna
Our baby pirouettes
Slowly, bravely
Joins the cygnets
Shivering, doe-eyed
Hidden in the curtain’s hem
The starlight
That burns within all of us
Lights her fingertips
Even as I lift her
dreamy tired limbs
Is this my apple?
Yes my love,
All of it.
Employees are underrated. Theyre treated unfairly most of the time and take a lot of shit from people that don’t know half the shit they’re talking about. Employees are who you learn from. Not your bosses or your colleagues. The real people. Employees.
Employees are like a gift from god
They just comply to your orders
There may be disputes or tears
and sometimes the occasional pay raise demand
but at the end of the day, they’re family.
The employees watched in growing horror as he worked his way down the “All you can eat” buffet. As plates and cutlery disappeared, it became clear that someone had to tell him it only applied to the food.
There were three employees being considered for the monthly title, which to me proved to be entirely insignificant save for the 10% discount they would receive on anything they bought for themselves in the store. But none of the workers at this place ever wanted to shop here. We had grown tired of the same products, plastic-coated trinkets, and random sports-themed souvenirs. I even made it a point not to buy a DVD from the place.
employees are just meatbags. That’s what a boss should be saying. They’re breathing and living things, sucking oxygen, eating time. It would be best that they are replaced by machines, robotic arms that consume nothing but small doses of sweet, syrupy electricity.
The employees work at the store. They don’t own the store, the store owns them. The store decides when they wake up, when they leave the house, and how much money they have to spend every week. Some employees get a surplus, others get a shortage. This is decided by the quality of their education.
If I ever had employees, I’d treat them nice. Not fake, not manipulatively, just nice. The world needs more kindness than anger and bossiness. Or “born leaders”. What kind of leader is one who cares not for his followers?
i am an employee. i will be an employee my whole life. 9 to 5. 8.5 hour shifts. half hour unpaid break. our lives are divided into segments, paid and unpaid. our passions fall second to our duties, something that has been going on for eons. a tiger is the employee of himself, his job, to hunt for food. humans are no better, the only difference is they can dream of a different sort of life.
they were employees
walking down aisles
of flickering lights
watching their live
etched so neatly and precise
Employees are the workforce of this country and the essential part of this economy. This economy is solely based on the work output of the employees. Without employees who work the work? Who will fight the fight? We are the body that runs this country.
Little bumble bees
Listening to the queen bee
fly into the night.
i worked for the devil once,
very briefly.
he spun me in a web of visor and apron
kissed me deeply.
i needed his love and i scorned my parents
in payment, he gave me no will.
fuck the devil,
fuck his will.
They work often. Dedicated they will work hard for that paycheck to pay the bills. The expenses are many and they are capable.
I love my partners. They don’t realize what it means for me to be able to laugh and share life with them. To work and be upset at customers, to be proud of our accomplishments. Sometimes I feel closer to them than my own family….and yet they know nothing about me.
The employees at the local bank are quiet today. They work in whispers, stamping and signing and handing over money, but not really engaging with the people they serve. I heard that their manager died in a car accident on the weekend – a man ploughed through his car in the intersection. I think I’d be quiet, too.
we are the multitudes that are creatures in a machine. not the ones that were created with souls and creativity but those who are under an employer. but. I. want. to. break. out. and i am flooded with the idea that a vacation in France will solve all my problems and pacify all my fears. that is not true. I will be the same body on different soil.
I am an employee. I live a life of boredom and repetition. Eat, sleep, work. Eat, sleep, work. Oh what a dreary life i lead. With only the company of my cat. Time to take a stand. Time to do something different with my life! I will have pasta tonight instead of pizza! Take that society
The employees
pace back and forth
singing silent songs of joy.
Tomorrow
is
Friday
and we will soon
never return.
boss
Everywhere. Employees work. Going through the day doing something they dont want to do. wasting away time and wishing they were somewhere else. somewhere better. somewhere worth their time. but they work anyway for money to make a living.
The employees at the bank were involved in a malicious scheme to rob the bank and frame the owner. They were cynical for not having Christmas Eve off and wanted the boss to pay – literally.
I crave to be one. I used to be one. When I am one again I won’t want to be one. The best thing about being one is the money. The best thing about not being one is the time you have. I would like to be a part time one but still get lots and lots of money.
They are people who work for me, they have no motivation, perhaps due to my leadership or lack thereof. Employees won’t go the extra mile for a business because in this working culture there is no incentive for them to do so. Employer, in a way, understandably, want more for less, whilst employees have the exact opposite expectations.
Shuffling papers,
Mugs brimming
With copper-tasting coffee,
Too early to be here.
Thank god I don’t have any. Employees that is. And thank god for the people who want them, it is an obligation and an honor to hire people but as many people who have kids know…having employees is an obligation and commitment of that order so kudos to those who have employees because you don’t have the benefit of loving them because they’re your kids..they are distinct, quirky, you have to deal with non-family. Ugh. If you have employees I salute you, easier to be one than to have them.
My head throbbed as all my employees pounded on my office door.
“What should we do now, Ms. Casey?” they all asked over and over again. I pulled my draw open and shuffled around violently. Where were my goddamn pills?! I finally found them and fumbled with the cap. Once i got it open and shoved a mouthful of medication into my mouth. Sigh. Finally. My heart beat gradually decreased and existed my brain and my migraine diminished.
They stood the employees all in a line so they could check their pockets.
“No one’s leaving until we figure out who took the money,” yelled the scruffy manager.
Oi. I’ve been long lost to the working world, waking every day to the sound of no plans and an empty schedule. It’s not so amazing, free time. Sometimes I miss the quick pace and horrid moods of others, telling me what to do and say and think and feel. At least then I had the nerve to have an actual personality. Maybe without all the pressure, I’m nothing but a body.
employees are workers. They work here for a month and there for a year. They do as they are told and they never question their boss. They help people in the world. But they are not respected. It is people with the careers and college degrees that get the respect.
The employees were tired, oh so tired. Day after day was spent in their cubicle during nine to five shifts. They wanted out of this corporation, they wanted that escape they had dreamed about. Everyone needs an escape. These employees turned into mindless zombies.
Once inside, I ask why I was called here. I’m told that I have not been a good employee. Employee? That’s what I am, employed by you? Just a piece of meat? No, I am a thinker. I may be paid by you, but I am not your slave.
employees only you never wanted to understand in the place where you live out loud theater of pain in the ass to grass is always greener on the other side to side out
Employees awakens in my mind a hierarchee. A person loses their creativity by being an employee. He is not a worker. A worker is someone who works, and thinks, and acts. An employee is simply employed by another, as if he is a slave.
The lone employee sat at his desk, feeling unnoticed, and unwanted. He was the supply manager, and he was going to kill himself today. The phone rang at his desk. “This will be my last phone call.” He though to himself. When he picked it up, a woman answered saying, “Hello, this is Rebecca calling for Nace. Is your company in need of our product?”
Nobody responded.
The employees left the building one by one. It had been a long day but no one was quite ready to leave. The guy sweeping up the McDOnald’s across the street thought they looked like a basketball team getting off the bus after an away game.
It’s what they called us. A synonym for circus animal, using us to show off their major corporation. Property.
Just then the employees rose up and took control of the super store. The rebels have finally achieved their war. The owner of the store was baffled by the craziness of the psychotic employees that he personally hired. Poor Mr. Jeffery just wanted to start a humble creativity palace and next thing he knows demonic “independent followers” start a war in his store!
why do we work?
do we seek the thrill of the paycheck,
the breathy adrenaline of office life?
or do we instead long for the mundanity of a rut
knowing that it is too dangerous to be who you can truly be
I never want to be an employee. I just don’t. I don’t want to work for someone else. I want to work for myself. I don’t want anyone to work with me. I just want to be by myself. All the time. Probably more than I should.
I don’t want a boss. I want to be my own boss. I don’t need anyone else telling me what to do. I don’t WANT anyone else telling me what to do. I want to do what I want. And I want to do what will make me happy. And I can’t be happy if someone’s telling me what to do.