Quotes About Workplace

I don't know how people do this job collaboratively if they don't really get along. You're spending all day every day for months and years on end with somebody.

On average, spending time with your boss is consistently rated as the least pleasurable activity in a given day.

As a new Googler, Porat spent some time learning the words that describe the Googley people who work in those buildings.

My advice is keep your lips away from the spinning things.

Nearly every boss has said it. And just about every employee has heard it. Yet it's one of the most meaningless lines ever spoken in the office: 'My door is always open.'

At Cisco, I made every decision based on what was good for the company, and that pretty much ruined my marriage and my health.

If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?

The maintenance man is moving the thermostat in our office today. I started talking with him about the

Most men are individuals no longer so far as their business, its activities, or its moralities are concerned. They are not units but fractions.

I hate this fast growing tendency to chain men to machines in big factories and deprive them of all joy in their efforts - the plan will lead to cheap men and cheap products.

Keeping a feminine approach is vital - men hate bossy females.

Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so.

All the men on my staff can type.

I think that women are much more collaborative; men are much more competitive.

Meetings had never been her strong suit. She felt like she was playing an away game whenever she sat down in a conference room. Her awareness of this got in the way and turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy.

His real job—the job that the Owners paid him for—was to be an observer of the human condition as it was so richly displayed from day to day within these walls.

Juanita refused to analyze this process, insisted that it was something ineffable, something you couldn't explain with words. A radical, rosary-toting Catholic, she has no problem with that kind of thing. But the bitheads didn't like it. Said it was irrational mysticism. So she quit and took a job with some Nipponese company. They don't have any problem with irrational mysticism as long as it makes money.

Since most hackers are white males, their companies are disaster areas when it comes to diversity, and it follows that all of the diversity must be concentrated in the one or two employees who are not hackers.

The people who'd made the system thus were jealous, not of money and not of power but of story. If their employees came home at day's end with interesting stories to tell, it meant that something had gone wrong:

I don't really need to explain this to Aaron. He's been demoted

My problem is with supervisors who bullshit me and expect loyalty in return. The essence of loyalty is reciprocity. If you're loyal to me, I'll be loyal to you. Bullshit me, and I'll bullshit you. That's the contract.

I never was in such a horrid office . . . It's not very nice to be where people are being swindled all day long, is it?

By the time she got back to work, the only thing Gabby knew for certain was that as forgiving as he'd been, she'd never live down what she'd done, and since there wasn't a rock large enough to crawl under, it was in her best interest to find a way to avoid him.

There's always a 'but' when it comes to jobs. Like, I love my job but my colleagues are first-rate, but...a couple of them like to dress like superheroes on the weekend and I can't help but wonder if they're nuts. - Logan