Quotes About Office

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The appointing power vested in the president imposes delicate and onerous duties. So far as it is possible to be informed, I shall make honesty, capacity, and fidelity indispensable prerequisites to the disposal of office, and the absence of either of these qualities shall be deemed sufficient cause for removal.

I don't have a vested interest in a particular political career or a particular political office. My job is to do everything that I can to create an America and a world that we can live in and that we can survive in.

In general, any incoming administration must carefully examine ('vet') its nominees for high public office.

I remember once going to see my agent and going up the stairs to his office to hear him screaming down the phone, He's not a vet, he's an actor!' and that confirmed all my worst fears.

After being sworn in to office, vice presidents have usually been relegated to the sidelines, where they just don't get to do very much.

Of all recent presidents, Clinton was expected to behave the most sensibly in economic matters. He understood how the economy works. But because he had used various dodges to stay out of the Vietnam War, he came to office ill at ease with the military.

FERNSBY, I'M ELOPING." After settling Helen and Carys at his house, Rhys wasted no time in going to his office and summoning his private secretary for an emergency meeting. The statement was received with impressive sangfroid: Mrs. Fernsby displayed no reaction other than adjusting her spectacles. "Where and when, sir?" "North Wales. Tonight

Hell, he thought, was not a cave filled with fire and brimstone--it was an insurance office.

I read an article the other day that said more and more bosses are becoming aware of their employees' need for Internet access. I don't believe that. Has anybody, anywhere, in any office actually seen somebody who is doing work on the Internet? Get real. Half the people in my office are on there looking for other jobs.

I should have known I'd find you in here." Speak of the devil. "Yes, I'm in the office and yes, I'm checking the computer again. I admit it. I've become a cyber stalker." "Now you've taken the first step, we can find you the help you need," Chase said with a smile.

Inside, the two men holed up in Donald's office for a few minutes, where apparently no vaginas were invited.

My office is in a building in midtown Chicago. It's an older building, and not in the best of shape, especially since there was that problem with the elevator last year. I don't care what anyone says, that wasn't my fault. when a giant scorpion the size of an Irish wolfhound is tearing its way through the roof of your elevator car, you get real willing to take desperate measures.

Anyway, my office is small - one room, but on the corner, with a couple of windows. The sign on the door reads, simply, HARRY DRESDEN, WIZARD. Just inside the door is a table, covered with pamphlets with titles like: Magic and You, and Why Witches Don't Sink Any Faster Than Anyone Else - a Wizard's Perspective. I wrote most of them. I think it's important for we practitioners of the Art to keep up a good public image. Anything to avoid another Inquisition.

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. I'm a wizard. I work out of an office in midtown Chicago. As far as I know, I'm the only openly practicing professional wizard in the country. You can find me in the yellow pages, under "Wizards." Believe it or not, I'm the only one there.

In the ruins of my office stood a woman with the kind of beauty that makes men murder friends and start wars.

The mailman walked towards my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn't sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door and then fell silent for a moment. Then he laughed.

X was a woman with whom I had worked at Vogue. Seductive clouds of cigarette smoke and Chanel No. 5 and imminent disaster had trailed her through the Condé Nast offices, which were then in the Graybar Building.

No one who has ever passed through an American public high school could have watched William Jefferson Clinton running for office in 1992 and failed to recognize the familiar predatory sexuality of a the provincial adolescent.

Although he too was heading to work, Shahid was glad he wasn't dragging himself off to some office job. Shahid's view: anybody who had to wear a suit to work died a little inside, every day.

I procrastinate all morning. That's when I get my office work done and answer e-mails and see what's on the Internet and do laundry.

Most people sort of enjoy going to work because of the socialisation, a chance to flirt with co-workers and so on, but actually hate the job they do.

I really love showing up at work at 10 A.M., trying to make it funny until 3 P.M., and then going home. It's like comedy bankers' hours.

But to a bureaucrat paper was never just paper. Paper was life!