Quotes About Work

We have an opening for a dishwasher. Fifty cents an hour and you get to grab Rita's ass every once in a while.

The arguments were always the same. I understood it too well now—that great lovers were always men of leisure. I fucked better as a bum than as a puncher of timeclocks.

The idea, I decided, is not to think. But how do you stop thinking? Why was I chosen to polish this rail? Why couldn't I be inside writing editorials about municipal corruption? Well, it could be worse. I could be in China working a rice paddy.

remembered how my father used to come home each night and talk about his job to my mother. The job talk began when he entered the door, continued over the dinner table, and ended in the bedroom where my father would scream "Lights Out!" at 8 p.m., so he could get his rest and his full strength for the job the next day. There was no other subject except the job.

Janeway Smithson had been on the job for twenty-five years and was dumb enough to be proud of it. He

Felling a single four-foot tree with an indigenous stone axe would take 115 hours—nearly three weeks of eight-hour days. With a steel axe, workers could topple the same tree in less than three hours.

What a book a devil's chaplain might write on the clumsy, wasteful, blundering, low, and horribly cruel work of nature!

In Switzerland the slaves and masters work together

Where had he been? Drinking, obviously. Then she started cataloging all the ways he was worthless. On fool impulse, as his most potent available argument against Lily, Bud stuck his hands into his coat pockets and pulled out the many bundles of hundreds and threw them on the bedspread. If you were honest and stupid, you worked a couple of lifetimes for that kind of money, doled out by the hour in pocket-change amounts by asswipe bosses.

To Ada, Ruby's monologues seemed composed mainly of verbs, all of them tiring. Plow, plant, hoe, cut, can, feed, kill.

He saw with sorrow that hers was a life he could step right into and keep working at hard from tonight until death. If he allowed himself to ponder it for a minute, he saw all the world hanging over the girl like the deadfall to a trap, ready to drop and crush.

So even very young she saw slavery as an ancient practice arising because rich people would rather not do hard work, and also from the tendency of people to clench hard to advantageous passages in the Bible and dismiss the rest.

Religious matters have been purposely excluded as incompatible with the limits prescribed to the present work; a mere list of them would alone be sufficient to occupy a volume.

God has called each one of us to his work in his time." —NO RUSTY SWORDS

Mark it down in permanent ink: God is always at work.

His Infernal Majesty leans towards me confidingly. "You have imposter syndrome," He says, "but paradoxically, that's often a sign of competence. Only people who understand their work well enough to be intimidated by it can be terrified by their own ignorance. It's the opposite of Dunning-Kruger syndrome, where the miserably incompetent think they're on top of the job because they don't understand it.

We have chickens! And ostriches—they're like a chicken, only bigger! One of my colleagues is working on a Tyrannosaur—that's like a really huge chicken, with teeth—but for architectural reasons we can't let it roam free just yet.

if you want to work on data covering more than about one month you're supposed to phone Mr. Jobsworth at BT and whine for help.

It's amazing how much work you can get done in three days if you hold a blowtorch to each end of the candle.

I'm not mad, you know, although it helps in this line of work.

I gather Andy is still in full-on Office Flying Dutchman mode . . .)

La culpa es mía por ser el informático del departamento: cuando las máquinas se estropean, agito mi pollo muerto y escribo encantamientos vudú en los teclados hasta que vuelven a funcionar.

By dawn on Sunday he had been awake for over thirty hours, tracking a crisis of ever-expanding but indeterminate scope. A large body of operational research demonstrates that human beings suffer disproportionately from fatigue-induced errors of judgment after twelve hours of concentration at work; while Gerald Lockhart had long experience of pushing himself under crisis conditions, he was about to make a fatal mistake.

MONDAY DAWNS BRIGHT AND HOT AND EARLY, AND I FIND MY SELF waking to the happy knowledge that I can go back to work, and nobody will order me home.