im going to pretend i dont know what this word means and make my own word because the only thing i think of is wild and/or dirty love affairs on desks in darkened offices – SO- you are so secretary, or is it me? is it merely my perception of you or is it that my thoughts are clouded by my own reserve, my reluctance to trust? is it the same for people like you? do you hide it with your sensual personality and charm? are you afraid to have something so intimate or is it that you simply hardly believe it could be true? ofcourse, either of which could be the case considering your romanticism, in the past, has hurt you. hurt you so. and do i hide behind my bluntness to disguise whats really laying beneath? because such close proximity has always been fragile for me – and im afraid to let anything be, for what if it came back to haunt me? why does the world play with us so? why are there horrible people, why such animosity? but perhaps it merely strengthens that which could be. if we only allow it… if we have the courage for faith in a world so gifted in raising the jaded and bitter.
i looked into her dark brown eyes,
the color of sadness and a dream half lost
and half broken dreams with trampled wings
full of everything and nothing
and she hands me a paper
says, he’ll have you in now
and turns away
hidden behind a curtain of hair
and the story that she never told
What I need is a secretary who can also do karate. My friend Stephen has one, and she is wicked cool. She’s saved his bacon on several occasions. Not to mention her mad clerical skills.
Raymond Masters
secretary, never scary, but she looks at me in the eyes very rarely. she so slick, with the custom pool stick, never wonder how’d she learned to pool quick.
gerald
Secretaries are sexy and wear glasses! I think I want to be a secretary. I wear glasses and I’m kinda sexy. I also can type quite hastily. Ummm it starts with an S. Some husbands cheat on their wives with their secretaries. Hmph
Aly
I don’t think I would enjoy having a secretary. I like to handle all of my things on my own, I don’t like people to do things for me. Because then I can’t be sure they’re done right, and I’d end up doing it myself anyway. Plus I would feel bad bossing my secretary around all the time- making them answer all my calls, organize all of my things and doing things that secretaries do. I don’t think I’ll ever hire a secretary.
Type, type, type. How many words a minute? How many words a day? Oh, and don’t forget the filing. Get this all done; you’ve got to finish before they give you more. They’ll give you more to do as soon as you’re finished.
“It’s great to be a secretary in the White House, DC.
You get inside information on Algeria.
You know every move they’re making in Liberia,
You learn what’s what and what is not in the land of the free.
Every corner that you turn you meet a notable,
with a statement that is eminently quotable.
Oh it’s great to be a secretary in the White House, DC”
Lyrics again. Did that show years ago. Didn’t even like it. Still doesn’t stop me from remembering the lyrics. Though I’m uncertain about one word… and I think I was uncertain about it then too.
Have I mentioned before that I still know all the lyrics AND dance movements to my first grade Easter play? ;)
Noisy Quiet
The secretary wore a short pencil skirt and a white lace blouse. She seemed pretty normal as far as secretaries go, except for the deep pink scars on her arms that went from her wrists to her elbows.
The people rose up from their place as secretary to the world. No longer would they be given orders, but finally become the ones in control of their life.
She sits there. Alone at her desk. It’s a prison. All day long, she types letters to parents, photocopies, mails things and gets no gratitude for all the work she does. Someday she’ll break free.
secretaries are the stereotypical homewreckers, yeah? “Why did you and your parents get divorced?” “Oh, my dad ran off with his secretary.” I guess it’s just a really convenient plot device and whatnot.
awjgi
At my school, the girls could come back after graduation to learn to work in an office, in the steno program. Girls who had babies in high school, girls who wore red faded nail polish and blouses that should’ve been worn by women twice their ages. Girls who never had a chance.
Tip tap tip tap;
her fingers are like lightning.
She is playing a grand piano,
the grandest-
a piano made of letters-
of words.
Like a Maestro, her fingers run across the keys;
tip tap tip tap.
a scene from the classics
his secretary was blonde
skinny big tits
i used to let her braid my hair
one surprise visit to the office
after hours
showed me i had a second father
i did not know
i wanted to slap skinny big tits
but slapped my mother instead
A tapping noise and shiny heels and being berated by voices on a phone that at least have the decency to act polite in person. She never really imagined her life would turn out like this. This isn’t what she wanted.
topaz ring and long red fingernails. the secretary knew everyone that came in and everyone that left. she knew the hot gossip and celebrity buzz and infidelity secrets. the kid with the mail and headphones bothered her. so did the mousy girls with their glasses and the men too busy to flash a “morning darling.” they had too many secrets or too little; their eyes read everything. she sucked on her teeth and pretended to answer the phone.
teevee
She was a secretary for the most influential politician in the world. What people didn’t know was that she was also instrumental in saving Kysne from downfall by his rule.
classless secretary fantasy. powerful male dominating submissive female. that’s how it works right? if that’s what you’re into, i’m game but you’ve got to buy me dinner first. but then again, it’s no different than those other halloween costumes: schoolgirl, maid, nurse. it’s all about dominating. dominating, dominating. i just want some clever words and deep deep kisses. why do we have to take your ego into this? it’s all about blood flow and pressure anyways.
teevee
Why on earth would the word secret be the base of this word? An aviary is an enclosure wherein one finds avian species. Therefore, would a secretary be an enclosure wherein one finds species of secrets?
The tall woman in a black, expensive looking suit reviewed the notes she wrote earlier on in the day.Her elegant handwriting looked like calligraphy. She adjusted her glasses & stiffened. “Sir, we have a problem.”
secretaries on mad men: sex symbols. Women who will do whatever you want, at your beck and call. bombshells, tight dresses, pouty red lips, perfect hair. Robots. Dolls. All of your needs met. stand-in wives. the 1960s were not so different from today.
I would never want to be a secretary. One, because they have to talk on the phone, two, because I think I would just get bored. I think secretaries are great people but I think their job is stressful and I just wouldn’t want that as mine. Some people are meant for it though.
Teeps
Secretary…receptionist. Papers flying over my head. Fax machines buzzing, computers beeping and fussing. Life of a secretary is busy, busy, busy. A coffee cup in the morning should satisfy a secretary big time.
i wonder what its like to be a secretary
sitting at a desk all day right?
watching as people pass
when people stop by
you have to go in and ask if its alright
would i like to be a secretary?
no
i wanna be a tooth fairy -___-
Often I wish I had someone like that. Someone to help me be more organized and tell me when stuff was due. That way I would stop forgetting and procrastinating something I tend to do very often
Her fingers pounded against the keyboard, her huge, gaudy ring clacking against the keys every time she used her right hand.
She was typing blindly, copying the words on the page next to her perfectly, but her mind somewhere completely different. After working so long in this field, she hardly ever payed attention to what she was working with.
I dont know what this word is but I’m wondering if it’s a type of horse or possibly a job I could have in the later future
Or maybe it’s about a dog.
Hurricane Irene really sucks
THis website is so fun I can’t describe in words how darling it in. You fuckers should know. f
Jessie
What is a secretary really? A person that works out a job, I really cant think of much to do with this word so I’m just typing, for some reason every time I think of this word I think of “dirty” Like a slutty secretary or sexy secretary, it’s ridiculous I know but it’s weird thats what occurs to me. Funny huh?
I do not want to be a secretary when I grow up. That would seem like a very boring job to me. Like you’re so close at bigger the CEO but not really cause you’re just taking calls and bringing in coffee. Secretaries don’t seem to make enough. Maybe?
I will always remember my secretary from elementary school. She was the kindest person I have ever met. She always knew everyone’s name and greeted you with a smile and a warm hello. Everyone loved her. There was just so much personality and compassion in that woman I can never quite understand how she could do it every single day.
Kaitlyn
As i sit at my desk answering calls. i notice an all too familiar scent. Old spice, heated leather, and smoke. “Hello Marie”, he says. I roll my eyes as at the greeting. “What did i tell you about coming up to my job?”
I couldn’t bare it. The damage done. All the destruction in my life. It was a happy-go-lucky playground. Then I found out that my mom was cheating on my dad, and that neither of them were my real parents anyhow. that’s right . I’m adopted. I just can’t take it. My life is ruined. So I’m living on the street with my destructive self, and I will be a destruction. Well, that’s the life of a beginning secretary.
I just need a secretary to my
monastery.
Because,
while I wander, without caring
my thoughts trail behind me
as my eyes,
staring –
I cannot see my secretary;
no place to be found,
but maybe some day
he or she will come around.
hmmm…….pencil skirt. black. high heels. mad men. innocent but rebellious, in a sad, naive kind of way. cheating on the wife, not really caring. at all. seductive. red lipstick. doing it on the desk. wiping it clear with one hand
im going to pretend i dont know what this word means and make my own word because the only thing i think of is wild and/or dirty love affairs on desks in darkened offices – SO- you are so secretary, or is it me? is it merely my perception of you or is it that my thoughts are clouded by my own reserve, my reluctance to trust? is it the same for people like you? do you hide it with your sensual personality and charm? are you afraid to have something so intimate or is it that you simply hardly believe it could be true? ofcourse, either of which could be the case considering your romanticism, in the past, has hurt you. hurt you so. and do i hide behind my bluntness to disguise whats really laying beneath? because such close proximity has always been fragile for me – and im afraid to let anything be, for what if it came back to haunt me? why does the world play with us so? why are there horrible people, why such animosity? but perhaps it merely strengthens that which could be. if we only allow it… if we have the courage for faith in a world so gifted in raising the jaded and bitter.
i looked into her dark brown eyes,
the color of sadness and a dream half lost
and half broken dreams with trampled wings
full of everything and nothing
and she hands me a paper
says, he’ll have you in now
and turns away
hidden behind a curtain of hair
and the story that she never told
Secretary
A foreign concept to me.
But, perhaps a good idea.
Yes, I think I need a secretary.
What I need is a secretary who can also do karate. My friend Stephen has one, and she is wicked cool. She’s saved his bacon on several occasions. Not to mention her mad clerical skills.
secretary, never scary, but she looks at me in the eyes very rarely. she so slick, with the custom pool stick, never wonder how’d she learned to pool quick.
Secretaries are sexy and wear glasses! I think I want to be a secretary. I wear glasses and I’m kinda sexy. I also can type quite hastily. Ummm it starts with an S. Some husbands cheat on their wives with their secretaries. Hmph
I don’t think I would enjoy having a secretary. I like to handle all of my things on my own, I don’t like people to do things for me. Because then I can’t be sure they’re done right, and I’d end up doing it myself anyway. Plus I would feel bad bossing my secretary around all the time- making them answer all my calls, organize all of my things and doing things that secretaries do. I don’t think I’ll ever hire a secretary.
Type, type, type. How many words a minute? How many words a day? Oh, and don’t forget the filing. Get this all done; you’ve got to finish before they give you more. They’ll give you more to do as soon as you’re finished.
To be, or to have a secretary.
We would choose to have one, implying success and hard work.
Keyword being HARD WORK.
So, i must get back to that then.
“It’s great to be a secretary in the White House, DC.
You get inside information on Algeria.
You know every move they’re making in Liberia,
You learn what’s what and what is not in the land of the free.
Every corner that you turn you meet a notable,
with a statement that is eminently quotable.
Oh it’s great to be a secretary in the White House, DC”
Lyrics again. Did that show years ago. Didn’t even like it. Still doesn’t stop me from remembering the lyrics. Though I’m uncertain about one word… and I think I was uncertain about it then too.
Have I mentioned before that I still know all the lyrics AND dance movements to my first grade Easter play? ;)
The secretary wore a short pencil skirt and a white lace blouse. She seemed pretty normal as far as secretaries go, except for the deep pink scars on her arms that went from her wrists to her elbows.
The people rose up from their place as secretary to the world. No longer would they be given orders, but finally become the ones in control of their life.
She sits there. Alone at her desk. It’s a prison. All day long, she types letters to parents, photocopies, mails things and gets no gratitude for all the work she does. Someday she’ll break free.
As a secretary she sucked. As a friend she was the best. Comely, funny, great listener, I only wish she could type and take messages.
secretaries are the stereotypical homewreckers, yeah? “Why did you and your parents get divorced?” “Oh, my dad ran off with his secretary.” I guess it’s just a really convenient plot device and whatnot.
At my school, the girls could come back after graduation to learn to work in an office, in the steno program. Girls who had babies in high school, girls who wore red faded nail polish and blouses that should’ve been worn by women twice their ages. Girls who never had a chance.
Tip tap tip tap;
her fingers are like lightning.
She is playing a grand piano,
the grandest-
a piano made of letters-
of words.
Like a Maestro, her fingers run across the keys;
tip tap tip tap.
a scene from the classics
his secretary was blonde
skinny big tits
i used to let her braid my hair
one surprise visit to the office
after hours
showed me i had a second father
i did not know
i wanted to slap skinny big tits
but slapped my mother instead
“You’re not shy. You’re a lawyer.”
A tapping noise and shiny heels and being berated by voices on a phone that at least have the decency to act polite in person. She never really imagined her life would turn out like this. This isn’t what she wanted.
topaz ring and long red fingernails. the secretary knew everyone that came in and everyone that left. she knew the hot gossip and celebrity buzz and infidelity secrets. the kid with the mail and headphones bothered her. so did the mousy girls with their glasses and the men too busy to flash a “morning darling.” they had too many secrets or too little; their eyes read everything. she sucked on her teeth and pretended to answer the phone.
She was a secretary for the most influential politician in the world. What people didn’t know was that she was also instrumental in saving Kysne from downfall by his rule.
classless secretary fantasy. powerful male dominating submissive female. that’s how it works right? if that’s what you’re into, i’m game but you’ve got to buy me dinner first. but then again, it’s no different than those other halloween costumes: schoolgirl, maid, nurse. it’s all about dominating. dominating, dominating. i just want some clever words and deep deep kisses. why do we have to take your ego into this? it’s all about blood flow and pressure anyways.
Why on earth would the word secret be the base of this word? An aviary is an enclosure wherein one finds avian species. Therefore, would a secretary be an enclosure wherein one finds species of secrets?
The tall woman in a black, expensive looking suit reviewed the notes she wrote earlier on in the day.Her elegant handwriting looked like calligraphy. She adjusted her glasses & stiffened. “Sir, we have a problem.”
secretaries on mad men: sex symbols. Women who will do whatever you want, at your beck and call. bombshells, tight dresses, pouty red lips, perfect hair. Robots. Dolls. All of your needs met. stand-in wives. the 1960s were not so different from today.
I would never want to be a secretary. One, because they have to talk on the phone, two, because I think I would just get bored. I think secretaries are great people but I think their job is stressful and I just wouldn’t want that as mine. Some people are meant for it though.
Secretary…receptionist. Papers flying over my head. Fax machines buzzing, computers beeping and fussing. Life of a secretary is busy, busy, busy. A coffee cup in the morning should satisfy a secretary big time.
i wonder what its like to be a secretary
sitting at a desk all day right?
watching as people pass
when people stop by
you have to go in and ask if its alright
would i like to be a secretary?
no
i wanna be a tooth fairy -___-
Often I wish I had someone like that. Someone to help me be more organized and tell me when stuff was due. That way I would stop forgetting and procrastinating something I tend to do very often
Her fingers pounded against the keyboard, her huge, gaudy ring clacking against the keys every time she used her right hand.
She was typing blindly, copying the words on the page next to her perfectly, but her mind somewhere completely different. After working so long in this field, she hardly ever payed attention to what she was working with.
I dont know what this word is but I’m wondering if it’s a type of horse or possibly a job I could have in the later future
Or maybe it’s about a dog.
Hurricane Irene really sucks
THis website is so fun I can’t describe in words how darling it in. You fuckers should know. f
What is a secretary really? A person that works out a job, I really cant think of much to do with this word so I’m just typing, for some reason every time I think of this word I think of “dirty” Like a slutty secretary or sexy secretary, it’s ridiculous I know but it’s weird thats what occurs to me. Funny huh?
secretary is a person that works for another person and gets paid in most cases. Most celebrities have secretaries and all say its a rewarding career.
I do not want to be a secretary when I grow up. That would seem like a very boring job to me. Like you’re so close at bigger the CEO but not really cause you’re just taking calls and bringing in coffee. Secretaries don’t seem to make enough. Maybe?
I will always remember my secretary from elementary school. She was the kindest person I have ever met. She always knew everyone’s name and greeted you with a smile and a warm hello. Everyone loved her. There was just so much personality and compassion in that woman I can never quite understand how she could do it every single day.
As i sit at my desk answering calls. i notice an all too familiar scent. Old spice, heated leather, and smoke. “Hello Marie”, he says. I roll my eyes as at the greeting. “What did i tell you about coming up to my job?”
I couldn’t bare it. The damage done. All the destruction in my life. It was a happy-go-lucky playground. Then I found out that my mom was cheating on my dad, and that neither of them were my real parents anyhow. that’s right . I’m adopted. I just can’t take it. My life is ruined. So I’m living on the street with my destructive self, and I will be a destruction. Well, that’s the life of a beginning secretary.
I just need a secretary to my
monastery.
Because,
while I wander, without caring
my thoughts trail behind me
as my eyes,
staring –
I cannot see my secretary;
no place to be found,
but maybe some day
he or she will come around.
hmmm…….pencil skirt. black. high heels. mad men. innocent but rebellious, in a sad, naive kind of way. cheating on the wife, not really caring. at all. seductive. red lipstick. doing it on the desk. wiping it clear with one hand