Ohmygosh! She said, secretaries are bad news to the wife. Especially if they are girls with (strange gesture) so, yeah.
Then your wife should be your secretary!
No!!! Then she would be fussing and bothering you! *duh*
Our Papa left us one when he passed away. I didn’t get it. My sister did. It is fancy just like him…and beautiful, just like his life was. I miss him so much. It’s hard not to have grandparents.
Sara
Her deask was always kept neat, each small office supply in its own special place. Typically, Sue would be thrilled to be referred to as having a “type-A” personality, but after her recent diagnosis of OCD, she was in a state of shame.
We’re just a multitude of molecules floating around in a giant chemical reaction, so why am I sitting at a desk, answering a phone, and filing papers eight hours a day, five days a week? Could I not be learning and enriching myself? Am I not a slave to society’s paper mosque?
she stumbled through the papers and looked frantelic for one specific assinment. But she couldn’t find it. “Fuck!” she cursed and dropped some papers on the floor. She sighed. Life as a secretary wasn’t easy.
Fuck this. I want to live back in the time where nothing but being a wife was expected of me. I’m not going to go anywhere in life. Why am I even bothering? Nobody would want to marry me. God I just hate everything right now.
domestic worker. the help. keeper of secrets. office secrets. personal secrets. what happens after 5pm. lunch breaks. corridors. lobbies. bosses secrets. who leaving secrets. who did what to who secrets
atp
His life seemed unsuccessful. Nothing to strive for, a meaningless existence of pure suffering, life’s bright moments merely reflections of light in a dark cave, illuminating the impurities of the rock, its true face uncovered, dark and gritty.
glass encounters with bargain therapists typing typing and filing furore a cup of coffee will make it ok one day if that’s all there is at the desk of other people’s call and will or wil not
I was a secretary once. I got weird phone calls. Well, I was working at a veterinary clinic, and being a secretary was kind of a secondary duty. But still. People are weird about their pets. Sometimes people would call just to talk about their pets. They shared way too much information with me. What lonely people. But then maybe that’s why they have pets in the first place.
I am sitting in this office, looking at all this work that needs finished, but all I can focus on is how much i miss you.
Liz
desires, oh how I am attached
can’t let go, can’t live without
yet the struggle it seems
to me as a dream
which never comes true
only detaches at the climax
into an apparition, floating away
like pollen in the wind
Phil Lesh
The secretary was a bit frightened and shocked. How could her employer possibly be this type of person? She knew he cheated on his wife & did drugs, but never thought he would steal money. But actually, she did. She saw the signs: paranoid eyes, pale face, looking overall shady. She just never realized it.
I was a secretary for most of my life and hated every minute of me. Being a secretary meant failure. I wanted to be more. I wanted to contribute something meaningful to the world. I wanted recognition and creativity. Secretarial work is boring. I hate it!
She carries the weight of his darkest secrets in the form of several neon yellow sticky notes, arranged in a neat pattern on the corner of her desk.
“Order roses for the wife.”
“Order lilies for the girlfriend.”
“Order violets for the ‘friend with benefits’.”
He flashes a stunning smile. “Thanks, I owe you one.”
She looked at her reflection in the glass table, disgusted by what she had become.
She carries the weight of his darkest secrets, in the form of several neon yellow sticky notes, arranged in a neat pattern on the corner of her desk.
“Order roses for the wife.”
“Order lilies for the girlfriend.”
“Order violets for the ‘friend with benefits’.”
He flashes a stunning smile. “Thanks, I owe you one.”
She looked at her reflection in the glass table, disgusted by what she had become.
the archives of files were endless as the new secretary walked into the basement of Interpol’s headquarters. “Is this it?” the man said not daring to tear his eyes from it all. “What do mean is this it,” the other man said, eyes wide,”You’ve seen bigger?!?!” He looked insulted. “Well…,” the secretary said trailing off, “I did work for the president personally.” But the other man just walked away saying in a thick Russian accent,”You politicians, I just don’t understand” the door closed and the secretary said flatly, “I was never one of them.”
Jillian
do this. do that.
why can’t you type faster?
did you send out that email?
go get me coffee.
why is it decaf?
“the blonde intern”
preferably wearing a black suit, well cut, with sheer black stockings under the skirt that make her long legs look even longer.
too long, in fact. rather like the length of a giraffes.
Fabrizio
My mother was a secretary.
Now she’s working in a hospital.
Quite a change for her and me.
As long as she’s happy with her job, I’m happy with her. Always.
I just want her to be happy.
the secretary sat at her desk every morning. looking over at bob in his pale blue shirt and neatly ironed pants that he wore as his uniform. the morning would pass her by, just daydreaming about what could be, not knowing that bob would spend his morning thinking the same thing….
Jessica G
I’ve been a secretary. I thought I landed the job as a library assistant. And I thought I landed the job as an appraisers aide. But no. I was a secretary. It’s fine and good … but it’s not what I signed up for. I wanted to be more.
Secretary is an old-fashioned word. It makes me think of “Mad Men.” Isn’t “assistant” or “executive” assistant the more PC term? I don’t actually think I’d mind being called a secretary. It doesn’t feel demeaning. But given a choice, I think I’d pick “assistant.”
i kind of want to be a secretary when i grow up. i can type really quickly, and then I’d be able to wear cool secretary clothes. i already have those pointy glasses like they do. now all i gotta do is be able to pull off wearing red lipstick.
crouchingpanther
If I had an office romance, I’d make sure to do it with my secretary. Any woman that can file papers, and keep my shit in order for money has got to be great in the sack. It defies logic, but is a proven fact.
The road is dark, the florescent moon providing the only burn of the night.
The stars are shining with magnificent rave.
Why can’t we all keep such beauty?
When I was young I wanted to be a secretary. I wanted to feel the crisp white papers under my hands as I gave it to my boss. I wanted to restock a closet full of pens and highlighters.
Lucia’s secretary was a very..well..secret person. You never knew just where you stood with her. When Lucia entered her office every morning at exactly 7:45, Nell would glance up and nod her head almost imperceptibly at her.
Morgan
The secretary at my school is a legend. She is more tan than anyone on Jersey Shore. She doesn’t wear the same thing twice all school year. She does her hair around her headset. She controls the school.
What would I do without my secretary? I mean, who would get my coffee throughout the day, who would pick up my lunch, who would make sure only important phone calls came to me? My secretary – he’s the best!
Debbie Knight
Tip tap, click clack, tick tock. The keys thudded under each finger, the clock ticked on relentlessly, Time waiting to explode. Every minute of her time a repetition, a note-taking, a dictation of someone else’s words: not what she wanted to be. She could recite 200 words a minute, each her own, each an oeuvre into another world.
When I was little my daddy had a secretary named Sally. I don’t remember much about Sally except that she was white and very patient. I note her patience because my dad had a Charlie’s Angels-type speaker phone on his desk and I used to press it all the time and though I am sure that was an irritant she always answered and was very nice and gracious to the bratty 5-year-old me. Thanks Sally!
I wonder if a necessary job quality is having an attraction to men of power?
Becca
The secretary answered the phone. “Hello? May I help you?” She was greeted with silence. “..Hello?” Once again, nothing but silence. She slammed the phone down on the receiver, sighing to herself. She had more important things to worry about than someone playing games. She heard a noise behind her. Deep, raspy breathing.
Tara
Secretary is a person who had a very important role to carry out. Secretaries makes me think of offices and jobs- one of which I don’t have.
I guess being a secretary is my job… kind of. I’m a receptionist. I guess that’s a level down form a secretary. Maybe not even a secretary at all. We do the same things almost! Making appointments and whatnot. But I guess being a receptionist is less professional than being a secretary, huh?
Ohmygosh! She said, secretaries are bad news to the wife. Especially if they are girls with (strange gesture) so, yeah.
Then your wife should be your secretary!
No!!! Then she would be fussing and bothering you! *duh*
Our Papa left us one when he passed away. I didn’t get it. My sister did. It is fancy just like him…and beautiful, just like his life was. I miss him so much. It’s hard not to have grandparents.
Her deask was always kept neat, each small office supply in its own special place. Typically, Sue would be thrilled to be referred to as having a “type-A” personality, but after her recent diagnosis of OCD, she was in a state of shame.
secretarys
some are grouchy.
some are kind.
some are pushy.
some are inattentive.
but all are……….. secretarys
We’re just a multitude of molecules floating around in a giant chemical reaction, so why am I sitting at a desk, answering a phone, and filing papers eight hours a day, five days a week? Could I not be learning and enriching myself? Am I not a slave to society’s paper mosque?
she stumbled through the papers and looked frantelic for one specific assinment. But she couldn’t find it. “Fuck!” she cursed and dropped some papers on the floor. She sighed. Life as a secretary wasn’t easy.
Fuck this. I want to live back in the time where nothing but being a wife was expected of me. I’m not going to go anywhere in life. Why am I even bothering? Nobody would want to marry me. God I just hate everything right now.
domestic worker. the help. keeper of secrets. office secrets. personal secrets. what happens after 5pm. lunch breaks. corridors. lobbies. bosses secrets. who leaving secrets. who did what to who secrets
His life seemed unsuccessful. Nothing to strive for, a meaningless existence of pure suffering, life’s bright moments merely reflections of light in a dark cave, illuminating the impurities of the rock, its true face uncovered, dark and gritty.
glass encounters with bargain therapists typing typing and filing furore a cup of coffee will make it ok one day if that’s all there is at the desk of other people’s call and will or wil not
I was a secretary once. I got weird phone calls. Well, I was working at a veterinary clinic, and being a secretary was kind of a secondary duty. But still. People are weird about their pets. Sometimes people would call just to talk about their pets. They shared way too much information with me. What lonely people. But then maybe that’s why they have pets in the first place.
I am sitting in this office, looking at all this work that needs finished, but all I can focus on is how much i miss you.
desires, oh how I am attached
can’t let go, can’t live without
yet the struggle it seems
to me as a dream
which never comes true
only detaches at the climax
into an apparition, floating away
like pollen in the wind
The secretary was a bit frightened and shocked. How could her employer possibly be this type of person? She knew he cheated on his wife & did drugs, but never thought he would steal money. But actually, she did. She saw the signs: paranoid eyes, pale face, looking overall shady. She just never realized it.
I was a secretary for most of my life and hated every minute of me. Being a secretary meant failure. I wanted to be more. I wanted to contribute something meaningful to the world. I wanted recognition and creativity. Secretarial work is boring. I hate it!
She carries the weight of his darkest secrets in the form of several neon yellow sticky notes, arranged in a neat pattern on the corner of her desk.
“Order roses for the wife.”
“Order lilies for the girlfriend.”
“Order violets for the ‘friend with benefits’.”
He flashes a stunning smile. “Thanks, I owe you one.”
She looked at her reflection in the glass table, disgusted by what she had become.
She carries the weight of his darkest secrets, in the form of several neon yellow sticky notes, arranged in a neat pattern on the corner of her desk.
“Order roses for the wife.”
“Order lilies for the girlfriend.”
“Order violets for the ‘friend with benefits’.”
He flashes a stunning smile. “Thanks, I owe you one.”
She looked at her reflection in the glass table, disgusted by what she had become.
the archives of files were endless as the new secretary walked into the basement of Interpol’s headquarters. “Is this it?” the man said not daring to tear his eyes from it all. “What do mean is this it,” the other man said, eyes wide,”You’ve seen bigger?!?!” He looked insulted. “Well…,” the secretary said trailing off, “I did work for the president personally.” But the other man just walked away saying in a thick Russian accent,”You politicians, I just don’t understand” the door closed and the secretary said flatly, “I was never one of them.”
do this. do that.
why can’t you type faster?
did you send out that email?
go get me coffee.
why is it decaf?
“the blonde intern”
preferably wearing a black suit, well cut, with sheer black stockings under the skirt that make her long legs look even longer.
too long, in fact. rather like the length of a giraffes.
My mother was a secretary.
Now she’s working in a hospital.
Quite a change for her and me.
As long as she’s happy with her job, I’m happy with her. Always.
I just want her to be happy.
the secretary sat at her desk every morning. looking over at bob in his pale blue shirt and neatly ironed pants that he wore as his uniform. the morning would pass her by, just daydreaming about what could be, not knowing that bob would spend his morning thinking the same thing….
I’ve been a secretary. I thought I landed the job as a library assistant. And I thought I landed the job as an appraisers aide. But no. I was a secretary. It’s fine and good … but it’s not what I signed up for. I wanted to be more.
Secretary is an old-fashioned word. It makes me think of “Mad Men.” Isn’t “assistant” or “executive” assistant the more PC term? I don’t actually think I’d mind being called a secretary. It doesn’t feel demeaning. But given a choice, I think I’d pick “assistant.”
I thought that I wanted to be a secretary for a short period while in college, than I changed my mind and the rest is history!
i kind of want to be a secretary when i grow up. i can type really quickly, and then I’d be able to wear cool secretary clothes. i already have those pointy glasses like they do. now all i gotta do is be able to pull off wearing red lipstick.
If I had an office romance, I’d make sure to do it with my secretary. Any woman that can file papers, and keep my shit in order for money has got to be great in the sack. It defies logic, but is a proven fact.
The road is dark, the florescent moon providing the only burn of the night.
The stars are shining with magnificent rave.
Why can’t we all keep such beauty?
When I was young I wanted to be a secretary. I wanted to feel the crisp white papers under my hands as I gave it to my boss. I wanted to restock a closet full of pens and highlighters.
keeping order, piles of paper
holder of secrets and the first face you see
quietly attending
tell your stories to me
Lucia’s secretary was a very..well..secret person. You never knew just where you stood with her. When Lucia entered her office every morning at exactly 7:45, Nell would glance up and nod her head almost imperceptibly at her.
The secretary at my school is a legend. She is more tan than anyone on Jersey Shore. She doesn’t wear the same thing twice all school year. She does her hair around her headset. She controls the school.
What would I do without my secretary? I mean, who would get my coffee throughout the day, who would pick up my lunch, who would make sure only important phone calls came to me? My secretary – he’s the best!
Tip tap, click clack, tick tock. The keys thudded under each finger, the clock ticked on relentlessly, Time waiting to explode. Every minute of her time a repetition, a note-taking, a dictation of someone else’s words: not what she wanted to be. She could recite 200 words a minute, each her own, each an oeuvre into another world.
When I was little my daddy had a secretary named Sally. I don’t remember much about Sally except that she was white and very patient. I note her patience because my dad had a Charlie’s Angels-type speaker phone on his desk and I used to press it all the time and though I am sure that was an irritant she always answered and was very nice and gracious to the bratty 5-year-old me. Thanks Sally!
She’s sitting behind her desk, not knowing what do do. Just sitting there, without a clue.
I wonder if a necessary job quality is having an attraction to men of power?
The secretary answered the phone. “Hello? May I help you?” She was greeted with silence. “..Hello?” Once again, nothing but silence. She slammed the phone down on the receiver, sighing to herself. She had more important things to worry about than someone playing games. She heard a noise behind her. Deep, raspy breathing.
Secretary is a person who had a very important role to carry out. Secretaries makes me think of offices and jobs- one of which I don’t have.
I guess being a secretary is my job… kind of. I’m a receptionist. I guess that’s a level down form a secretary. Maybe not even a secretary at all. We do the same things almost! Making appointments and whatnot. But I guess being a receptionist is less professional than being a secretary, huh?