i hate my boss. he loves to lecture and yes i don’t mind the job and all but it gets really boring. it gives me too much time to think and then next thing i know my mind wanders off to boys. especially eric. it’s always eric. i hate itl
Maggie
a manager to manage her. a manger to lay her head in. and some air for her to breathe. icantevenbreatheanymore all i can do today is listen to the smiths and hope
Today was just like any other day. I am top manager, pretty much owner of a small high class cafe in downtown Portland. Nothing changes day to day except and if it has Im ignorant because of my addiction to alcohol while on the job.
Sarah
A manager, they said. The fastest and youngest to be promoted in the history of the store. 20 years old. Glorious. I didn’t think of my classmates who would soon be graduating and moving on to their careers at Raytheon and the like, saving for the houses and gently-used BMWs, apartments they rented alone with their own washers and dryers. Soon I would realize I could do more. Be more. Than this.
The word manager has lost a space. Quite literally, somewhere through out time someone forgot to put a space between man and ager, since a manager is skilled at sucking the soul of their workers and rendering them with an old spirit.
I hope I never have the title of manager. I think of people wearing red vests and a name tag walking around not doing anything that is actually productive. That sounds condescending and elitist, I know. It’s the truth though. I don’t want to hand out yellow smiley face stickers. I want to be the person that pays the manager.
Jen
his nametag pinned on a ketchup red shirt,
crooked.
tousled mop of mousey brown hair
sleepy green eyes
shoulders that slouch as he rings up
a little old lady,
two dollars and eighty eight cents,
mouth that stretches wide in an earth-shattering yawn;
he doesn’t have to tell me to mop aisles two and four
(i’ve already done that
and shelved aisles three through nine)
but i wish he’d tell me
he likes the way i put my hair up for him
this early-morning sunday shift.
featherb
manage bullshit all day looooong then manage crap at home fuck manager manage life but not their own hahaha nothing like being cynical:D
manager
She wouldn’t leave me alone.
“Are you coming home?”
Of course I am. Where else will I go? Where else will take me?
“When will you get here?”
Never, hopefully. But I don’t say that. She’s still talking. She never hears me when I speak.
Some day I’ll run away, but I don’t have the courage to do it. I stay, where it’s safe and I hate it.
Dan
someone who takes charge of people…someone who manages sometimes the boss, to take charge and manage a situation. To bring about a situation succeeds and accomplishes
i could never manage a manager. go; don’t stop; go don’t stop now. everything i ever wanted wrapped up in a package, delivered to me by the manager of ups. i’m forever grateful, sir, and thanks for you troubles.
The manager of the company scowled. Everyone here was a dumbass and he hated them. He wanted to get away. Thoughts of islands and cool summer breezes wafted in and out of his mind and distracted him from the disciplining of the poor serfs he lorded over as manager of WallMart.
mahselfff
he writes the reviews for his company. he has the power to fire and hire. he decides which applications are most appealing and which are not. he hires what he thinks his bosses will like. He has constant power trips, since he rules over a large body of workers. Yet he is a puppet for the large paycheck earning bosses that control him.
stef
I asked her what she did. Her reply was, Oh I’m a bank manager.
I stared at her facial structure against her layered blonde fringe.
On the corner of Market and Williams, she added anxiously.
Okay. That’s your job but what do you?
She said she just told me.
I lit a cigar and looked west along the cityscape fading in the dark. I remember thinking that I should leave.
She asked me what I meant.
I mean what do you do? What makes you get out of bed every day?
She said she has to open the branch at 8am.
I said, of course you do.
Dave
managers get higher pay. but people might not like as much. and you have to deal with difficult customers. no managering for me
i wish i was a mananger, they never have to do any work. i would be able to make my own schedule, tell people what to do, and get all the credit for their hard work. my voice would also be heard and maybe i would even be taken seriously. my ideas would make a difference. oh, i would also make more money than an employee who works twice as hard.
Elesia
someone who is your boss in a restaurant or food store. it must be a tough job because i’ve heard it’s really stressful before. a lot of people like to be promoted to this job. We once knew someone who was a waitress at pizza hut but she then became the manager so we couldn’t talk to her anymore
Rachel
manager is a great thing , it means your the boss and your the one responsible of everything .. The manager must take care of everything being done.its not an easy thing and needs a lot of hard work and being series .
yara
He left on the first day of march. my heart was sore and my tongue was dry. He and I were much more than what it appeared. My own thoughts are skewed by this man. He and I were much more than what it appeared. So much more. If only I knew where he were now.
bossy or like Michael Scott; obnoxious at times. does stuff in business like organize groups and projects possibly health reforms. gets paid pretty good amount. something i want to become when im older except i’ll do a way better job.
Alana
my manager is an amazing person, full of hope, joy, and the crushing ability to totally ruin my life. Therefore, he is akin to a local deity, a God in the workplace. Let us sing songs of praise to him! Or her. Let’s not be sexist.
Ashton
I will one day be the manager of a food resturaunte. This was never my plan, but it will probably serve better than the origional jounralist idea since I cannot spell…. especially under pressure. I spell like a …. dang it
Laura
I have managed to find you under this mass of poems
but have you managed to find the heart of them all?
A meager smile spread across her face, a face that seemed to struggle to bend and mold itself into the simple gesture of joy. She looked down at the paper I had handed her, that smile sitting squarely on her rather forgettable face, then back up at me. I had played out over and over in my head what she would say to me when I gave her this very sheet, but out of sheer obsession the volume of answers I had given myself did nothing but confuse me that much more. I stood before her, trying to look as stoic as possible, feeling myself losing my grip, wishing she would say something, anything. I watched, my stomach becoming a knot of frayed nautical ropes covered in green slime, as the impossible smile slowly faded from her face, becoming stern and heartless once again. She was mocking me.
Someone who takes care of everything. Manages everything. My mom? She’s like a manager. She manages the bills, the kids, everything. A manager is usually mean, my mom is, too. But they have to be if they want their point across. So, my mom’s a manager to the family.
Manager. People who manage. Almost always mean to or in love with the lead in a movie or show.
Iceland
Horse, authority, keep things simple, mother, man that gets older ( man- ager) getting things done
Pinga
I have always been the manager…even as a child I was the chief not the indian. I like to be in charge it feels safe and no one can hurt me if I make the rules. summed up best I am not bossy I have better ideas!
sheri
Yuck. Steve. A controlling, manipulative monkey of a person who’s favorite hobby including belittling the cashiers and diminishing their self confidence. What a jerk he was.
Cassie RB
Capitulation. I dont need someone to direct me. Find your own path.
Blaph
I wish to be a manager.
A manager of time, life, and photos. I wish to be the manager of my own life.
When did I lose control?
How do I gain it back?
Dear brain, I think I could do a great job at managing myself; just give me a try?
I need to speak with your manager, regarding the inappropriate use of half-breed were-lizards on your sales floor. I represent the Community for the Betterment of Half-Breed Creatures; and I will be heard.
Raymond Masters
I leaned against the counter, staring blankly down past the register, my feet numb and pounding from standing so long and my eyes dazed and blank from the harsh fluorescent light. A second pair of black, shined shoes appeared next to mine, and realizing it was my manager, tried to summon up the energy to get back to work.
I am SO bored right now. I really don’t want to do this anymore, but I’m stuck until I graduate. If I slack off, chances are good the wrong person will notice – a.k.a. the manager. So, yeah. I’m stuck in this minimum wage, bottom feeder job flipping burgers until I can find a way out.
managers. they are tough. strict. focused. i dont know why i am supposed to write about a manager though… i know they are in charge and must be on top of everything so the store can continue functing correctly.
becky
“You’re not the mananger…” he sputtered, staring at her.
She scoffed. “No, I’m just the vapid pop star. Move aside.”
He did as he was told. She meandered around the set, touching the golden decorations gently. Finally, her eyes settled back to the poor boy.
“Needs more blood,” she said, winking at him coyly.
Manager by day, trapped in a corporate world and unsure how I even got there…let alone got really good at it. It’s not be no matter how I try…sound familiar?
I can picture myself being a manager of a company. I love bossing people around nicely – in charge is my style! Planning, organizing, that’s my thing. I guess that’s why I’m team lead. I think that people listen to me partly because I have the ability to form a relationship with them on a personal level, and therefore I am a good manager. I would love to run a business or organization and help it to flourish.
i hate my boss. he loves to lecture and yes i don’t mind the job and all but it gets really boring. it gives me too much time to think and then next thing i know my mind wanders off to boys. especially eric. it’s always eric. i hate itl
a manager to manage her. a manger to lay her head in. and some air for her to breathe. icantevenbreatheanymore all i can do today is listen to the smiths and hope
Today was just like any other day. I am top manager, pretty much owner of a small high class cafe in downtown Portland. Nothing changes day to day except and if it has Im ignorant because of my addiction to alcohol while on the job.
A manager, they said. The fastest and youngest to be promoted in the history of the store. 20 years old. Glorious. I didn’t think of my classmates who would soon be graduating and moving on to their careers at Raytheon and the like, saving for the houses and gently-used BMWs, apartments they rented alone with their own washers and dryers. Soon I would realize I could do more. Be more. Than this.
The word manager has lost a space. Quite literally, somewhere through out time someone forgot to put a space between man and ager, since a manager is skilled at sucking the soul of their workers and rendering them with an old spirit.
I hope I never have the title of manager. I think of people wearing red vests and a name tag walking around not doing anything that is actually productive. That sounds condescending and elitist, I know. It’s the truth though. I don’t want to hand out yellow smiley face stickers. I want to be the person that pays the manager.
his nametag pinned on a ketchup red shirt,
crooked.
tousled mop of mousey brown hair
sleepy green eyes
shoulders that slouch as he rings up
a little old lady,
two dollars and eighty eight cents,
mouth that stretches wide in an earth-shattering yawn;
he doesn’t have to tell me to mop aisles two and four
(i’ve already done that
and shelved aisles three through nine)
but i wish he’d tell me
he likes the way i put my hair up for him
this early-morning sunday shift.
manage bullshit all day looooong then manage crap at home fuck manager manage life but not their own hahaha nothing like being cynical:D
She wouldn’t leave me alone.
“Are you coming home?”
Of course I am. Where else will I go? Where else will take me?
“When will you get here?”
Never, hopefully. But I don’t say that. She’s still talking. She never hears me when I speak.
Some day I’ll run away, but I don’t have the courage to do it. I stay, where it’s safe and I hate it.
someone who takes charge of people…someone who manages sometimes the boss, to take charge and manage a situation. To bring about a situation succeeds and accomplishes
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i could never manage a manager. go; don’t stop; go don’t stop now. everything i ever wanted wrapped up in a package, delivered to me by the manager of ups. i’m forever grateful, sir, and thanks for you troubles.
The manager of the company scowled. Everyone here was a dumbass and he hated them. He wanted to get away. Thoughts of islands and cool summer breezes wafted in and out of his mind and distracted him from the disciplining of the poor serfs he lorded over as manager of WallMart.
he writes the reviews for his company. he has the power to fire and hire. he decides which applications are most appealing and which are not. he hires what he thinks his bosses will like. He has constant power trips, since he rules over a large body of workers. Yet he is a puppet for the large paycheck earning bosses that control him.
I asked her what she did. Her reply was, Oh I’m a bank manager.
I stared at her facial structure against her layered blonde fringe.
On the corner of Market and Williams, she added anxiously.
Okay. That’s your job but what do you?
She said she just told me.
I lit a cigar and looked west along the cityscape fading in the dark. I remember thinking that I should leave.
She asked me what I meant.
I mean what do you do? What makes you get out of bed every day?
She said she has to open the branch at 8am.
I said, of course you do.
managers get higher pay. but people might not like as much. and you have to deal with difficult customers. no managering for me
i wish i was a mananger, they never have to do any work. i would be able to make my own schedule, tell people what to do, and get all the credit for their hard work. my voice would also be heard and maybe i would even be taken seriously. my ideas would make a difference. oh, i would also make more money than an employee who works twice as hard.
someone who is your boss in a restaurant or food store. it must be a tough job because i’ve heard it’s really stressful before. a lot of people like to be promoted to this job. We once knew someone who was a waitress at pizza hut but she then became the manager so we couldn’t talk to her anymore
manager is a great thing , it means your the boss and your the one responsible of everything .. The manager must take care of everything being done.its not an easy thing and needs a lot of hard work and being series .
He left on the first day of march. my heart was sore and my tongue was dry. He and I were much more than what it appeared. My own thoughts are skewed by this man. He and I were much more than what it appeared. So much more. If only I knew where he were now.
bossy or like Michael Scott; obnoxious at times. does stuff in business like organize groups and projects possibly health reforms. gets paid pretty good amount. something i want to become when im older except i’ll do a way better job.
my manager is an amazing person, full of hope, joy, and the crushing ability to totally ruin my life. Therefore, he is akin to a local deity, a God in the workplace. Let us sing songs of praise to him! Or her. Let’s not be sexist.
I will one day be the manager of a food resturaunte. This was never my plan, but it will probably serve better than the origional jounralist idea since I cannot spell…. especially under pressure. I spell like a …. dang it
I have managed to find you under this mass of poems
but have you managed to find the heart of them all?
A meager smile spread across her face, a face that seemed to struggle to bend and mold itself into the simple gesture of joy. She looked down at the paper I had handed her, that smile sitting squarely on her rather forgettable face, then back up at me. I had played out over and over in my head what she would say to me when I gave her this very sheet, but out of sheer obsession the volume of answers I had given myself did nothing but confuse me that much more. I stood before her, trying to look as stoic as possible, feeling myself losing my grip, wishing she would say something, anything. I watched, my stomach becoming a knot of frayed nautical ropes covered in green slime, as the impossible smile slowly faded from her face, becoming stern and heartless once again. She was mocking me.
Someone who takes care of everything. Manages everything. My mom? She’s like a manager. She manages the bills, the kids, everything. A manager is usually mean, my mom is, too. But they have to be if they want their point across. So, my mom’s a manager to the family.
Why can’t the kids be a functional team for one evening without a manager?
Manager. People who manage. Almost always mean to or in love with the lead in a movie or show.
Horse, authority, keep things simple, mother, man that gets older ( man- ager) getting things done
I have always been the manager…even as a child I was the chief not the indian. I like to be in charge it feels safe and no one can hurt me if I make the rules. summed up best I am not bossy I have better ideas!
Yuck. Steve. A controlling, manipulative monkey of a person who’s favorite hobby including belittling the cashiers and diminishing their self confidence. What a jerk he was.
Capitulation. I dont need someone to direct me. Find your own path.
I wish to be a manager.
A manager of time, life, and photos. I wish to be the manager of my own life.
When did I lose control?
How do I gain it back?
Dear brain, I think I could do a great job at managing myself; just give me a try?
I need to speak with your manager, regarding the inappropriate use of half-breed were-lizards on your sales floor. I represent the Community for the Betterment of Half-Breed Creatures; and I will be heard.
I leaned against the counter, staring blankly down past the register, my feet numb and pounding from standing so long and my eyes dazed and blank from the harsh fluorescent light. A second pair of black, shined shoes appeared next to mine, and realizing it was my manager, tried to summon up the energy to get back to work.
I am SO bored right now. I really don’t want to do this anymore, but I’m stuck until I graduate. If I slack off, chances are good the wrong person will notice – a.k.a. the manager. So, yeah. I’m stuck in this minimum wage, bottom feeder job flipping burgers until I can find a way out.
managers. they are tough. strict. focused. i dont know why i am supposed to write about a manager though… i know they are in charge and must be on top of everything so the store can continue functing correctly.
“You’re not the mananger…” he sputtered, staring at her.
She scoffed. “No, I’m just the vapid pop star. Move aside.”
He did as he was told. She meandered around the set, touching the golden decorations gently. Finally, her eyes settled back to the poor boy.
“Needs more blood,” she said, winking at him coyly.
Manager by day, trapped in a corporate world and unsure how I even got there…let alone got really good at it. It’s not be no matter how I try…sound familiar?
I can picture myself being a manager of a company. I love bossing people around nicely – in charge is my style! Planning, organizing, that’s my thing. I guess that’s why I’m team lead. I think that people listen to me partly because I have the ability to form a relationship with them on a personal level, and therefore I am a good manager. I would love to run a business or organization and help it to flourish.