my teacher has a policy about grades. everyone thinks she’s vile, and trust me, their thoughts are pretty candid. i think she mumbles test dates on purpose, so when you’ve been preparing for the big quarter exam on the 31st, you come in on the 21st to realize your world’s about to go crashing down. so i guess you could say that her policy…. is about global destruction. at least i’m learning a little geography, too!
A bunch of rules, procedures, crapola made up by a group of individuals calling themselves an Organization and bringing into exception those very same people who wrote it all down for others to be enslaved to it.
my policy is no matter hw mean some one is, dont sink to their level. my frend is being a jerk to a girl a our table because she is mad at her, telling her no one likes her, throwing out her drink when she left for a little. it hurts, so what do i do?
policy. a term that can be referenced to morals. or so at least in my mind. today i broke a long standing unwritten rule and am on my way to the guillotine. i don’t know whether i should be excited or devastated.
Its our policy to give the best customer service in the world. well hell if i’d know that maybe when that lady demanded i made her a new drink because hers was too white i would have hoped on it and maybe when she had demanded a second remake i wouldn’t have refused and maybe just maybe when she screamed in my face i wouldn’t have let that drink fly out of my hand and onto the front of her shirt. I think the best customer service in the world has to be deserved.
this is my policy
on love and other,
tender subjects:
be wary of the
unnecessary.
be wary of the
too-good
to-be-true.
in general,
make it your policy
to be wary.
seems morose…
but love is bleak.
It was policy they said. Don’t give me that crap! I know the fuckin’ policy asshole. Fine! If I have to take this bullshit then fuck it! I’m taking you fuckers with me…the stapler too.
Policy is a limit put on us. We must stay within the policy, must follow the policy, be controlled by the policy. But policys and laws and rules are made for two reasons. 1. to maintain order in a gruop and 2. to be broken.
Policy debate is a fallacy. Take as many cards as you can, stick them in as fast as you can, spew out words faster than the ear can hear them. Or, come up with a convoluted reason why you don’t actually have to answer the prompt. It’s okay, it’s not like they take time writing the resolutions. Whatever. As long as you advocate something.
She felt enraged when she learned of the outdated policy. “No Women Allowed”…in this day and age it seemed preposterous. Well, they could take their men’s club and shove it!
Wasn’t expecting this word at all…this only reminds me of Insurance policy….i just logged in to find a respite from the real world….but guess there is no escape…
Insurance policies are something I don’t understand…or better phrased I don’t want too…something my dad looks into…but I guess i should be matured enough to handle this myself…that’s how matured people should think
“It is of officer policy to abide by these-”
“And only these!” piped the shrimpy officer in the back of the room.
“Erm… Yes. It is of officer policy to abide by ONLY these given laws. See, what I have done was completely in my jurisdiction. You, my friend, are the one who is in the wrong.”
I stared at him blankly as I felt my jaw slowly drop in shock. Numb, but not yet willing to sacrifice my dignity, I pointed my chin to the ceiling, lifted my shoulders in a facade of comfortable grace, and strutted out of the courtroom with as much pride as I could muster upon hearing the grim verdict.
I cannot and will not follow this policy. It disregards all prameters set forth thus far, it is unconstitutional and abolishes in totality all important ideals pertaining to freedom that all Americans hold sacred.
Is honesty the right way to go anymore? Or it is a policy that has been eroded like the bones of the dinosaurs, making the oil we pump into our Jettas and Jeeps?
It was 4:00 am in the middle of his second semester. Spilt coffee, cigarette butts and a lot of crunched up pieces of paper littered his desk. He had been working on a constitution, a policy for a new on-campus organization. He had been working on changing his campus forever.
It is the belief of this nation that all men are created equal. But policy to this date has not reflected this idealistic view. Women, minorities, youth, and those of a different sexuality have been discriminated against and devalued. So if policy can change this sad truth, it better start soon.
what’s my policy? i try to have policy of kindness and understanding. however, this does not always work out for me. sometimes i let my anger/frustration get the best of me. i need to work on that, i need to remember to not stress over the little things, and to let things roll off my back. that should be my new policy. if everyone adopted this policy, the world would be a better place.
Procedures. Often a waste of time. Red tape, rules and things to follow. I suppose policies are helpful on some level, but most of the time they irritate me. I guess I’m rebellious. I don’t like following them .
“Don’t even get me started on the Policy.”
“While you are in the stand, I’m afraid I must insist.”
“Very well, your honour.”
“Where exactly do your misgivings lie?”
” ‘Round about the place where the dead bodies are.”
company policies can be a good thing… if they’re flexible enough. otherwise, a rigid, unyielding, by the book enforcement can make the workplace a stress-filled environment–truly a dreadful thing.
it is the rule that keeps you from what you want. It stops you or helps you. It is what makes this world possible. This is how it is. Without it this world cannot be.
It’s funny this word appears today. This morning, hundreds of students gathered at the nevada legislature to protest and rally against education cuts. I wish I could have been there, but you can’t miss tests. But how much power does writing a letter really have? Do they actually read it? What else can I do?
POLICY: but by saying that we disperse into the singularity is misleading.we have always been one with the earth. we are not only it,it not only surrounds us,but we eat and drink and excrete it. as much as and/or as less than anything else: we are earth
It is my policy to never change out my pajamas before the end of the Price is Right. It may not be One Of The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People but it works for me.
the policy of this words changes day to day
one day something is in and then gone
not everyone can be happy at one time so they think
our policy should be to look for the good in everyone and see their potential
The paper pushers were unable to process the insurance claims in a timely fashion. Their insipid system caused many deaths. But Gwen knew better. It wasn’t about the lower tiers of the bureaucracy, but those who structured it from the top. The policy they followed foremost dealt with quarterly earnings. And it was good for business to be somewhat ineffectual. That’s why Gwen decided to handle their “system” by the only means she knew how. Her background in systems analysis and information management was about to pay some of the largest dividends to those who needed it most, like the little girl in Florida who needed a liver transplant. Then she was going to blow up some yachts, but that was more for fun than anything else. As she daydreamed about the explosive sunsets to come, Gwen whistled a jaunty little seafaring tune as she hacked into a variety of accounts, for making people pay was her forte.
I don’t touch her, I don’t talk to her, I don’t look her in the eyes. It’s not my policy, it’s hers, and she can be extremely brutal if the rules aren’t properly followed. I suppose it’s what I deserve looking back at my lousy first impression. Lousy being a huge understatement.
I have written so many of these things, they are coming out of my ears. Policies for places that I worked (I ran laboratories, I wrote the policies), policies for organisations that I
I have a lot of policies, especially for someone as carefree as myself. I like to think that they keep me within the lines of who I’d like to be, but sometimes I just put them in place so I can keep myself from being lumped in with the rest of the world, I think.
No one liked it, but no one was going to argue about it in front of its maker. Lyle shifted in his chair, itching for a knife or a gun or something else comforting. Sarah continued to blather on, oblivious to the way Mr. Donovan was slowly getting redder and redder in the face. He could start steaming and whistling like a tea kettle and Sarah wouldn’t notice.
Policy and Procedure manuals – yucko! Everythings always numbered strangely, and hard to find. I’d much rather just ask someone who loves those sorts of things when I’m looking for a policy or a procedure. However I don’t always get the same responses.
She had a policy of expecting and accepting perfection and nothing less. Nothing more, either, since trying too hard was just as discouraged as not doing enough. In the great balancing act of the workplace, it was important to keep critical matters critical and minor fluff and stuff as minor as possible. Those who wanted their unimportant jobs to shine were rebuked. Those who wanted to lessen their exposure but had ever-so-spotlight-y positions needed to learn to suck it up.
I’m sitting doing nothing, minding my own business, I’ve just thrown the cap from another bottle of beer, when she starts reading out parts of the newspaper, and though I don’t look round, I can tell from her voice she isn’t too happy, whose policy is this? She smarts. What the hell does he know about policy? I’m not listening. I’m dreaming of the girl who works in the coffee shop. A redhead. She smiles at me today. I bought a blueberry muffin. I’ll go tomorrow. It’s my new coffee policy.
Policy? What a stupid, dull-souding word. It reminds me of some short business man with a squeaky voice and an incessant head cold. He would come to the door with his breifcase and say between coughs and nose blows, “I’d like to tell you about my insurance policy.” YAWN.
The policy was to shoot first and leave immediately. It wasn’t the first time a policy seemed impotent to Anne. Of courser shoot first, she thought, but leave immediately?
Policy is really a boring word. I have nothing really to offer on that idea. Now if it was Police-y – the state of being in a police state… yeah, I’m just not getting it today… That aggressive mother was rather Polic-y with her children.
my teacher has a policy about grades. everyone thinks she’s vile, and trust me, their thoughts are pretty candid. i think she mumbles test dates on purpose, so when you’ve been preparing for the big quarter exam on the 31st, you come in on the 21st to realize your world’s about to go crashing down. so i guess you could say that her policy…. is about global destruction. at least i’m learning a little geography, too!
A bunch of rules, procedures, crapola made up by a group of individuals calling themselves an Organization and bringing into exception those very same people who wrote it all down for others to be enslaved to it.
my policy is no matter hw mean some one is, dont sink to their level. my frend is being a jerk to a girl a our table because she is mad at her, telling her no one likes her, throwing out her drink when she left for a little. it hurts, so what do i do?
policy. a term that can be referenced to morals. or so at least in my mind. today i broke a long standing unwritten rule and am on my way to the guillotine. i don’t know whether i should be excited or devastated.
Its our policy to give the best customer service in the world. well hell if i’d know that maybe when that lady demanded i made her a new drink because hers was too white i would have hoped on it and maybe when she had demanded a second remake i wouldn’t have refused and maybe just maybe when she screamed in my face i wouldn’t have let that drink fly out of my hand and onto the front of her shirt. I think the best customer service in the world has to be deserved.
this is my policy
on love and other,
tender subjects:
be wary of the
unnecessary.
be wary of the
too-good
to-be-true.
in general,
make it your policy
to be wary.
seems morose…
but love is bleak.
It was policy they said. Don’t give me that crap! I know the fuckin’ policy asshole. Fine! If I have to take this bullshit then fuck it! I’m taking you fuckers with me…the stapler too.
Policy is a limit put on us. We must stay within the policy, must follow the policy, be controlled by the policy. But policys and laws and rules are made for two reasons. 1. to maintain order in a gruop and 2. to be broken.
Policy can be a tricky thing. It is often created to keep people in their place, however rules are made to be broken.
Policy debate is a fallacy. Take as many cards as you can, stick them in as fast as you can, spew out words faster than the ear can hear them. Or, come up with a convoluted reason why you don’t actually have to answer the prompt. It’s okay, it’s not like they take time writing the resolutions. Whatever. As long as you advocate something.
i tore at the fabric of my policy
let intimacy in through the rips
She felt enraged when she learned of the outdated policy. “No Women Allowed”…in this day and age it seemed preposterous. Well, they could take their men’s club and shove it!
Wasn’t expecting this word at all…this only reminds me of Insurance policy….i just logged in to find a respite from the real world….but guess there is no escape…
Insurance policies are something I don’t understand…or better phrased I don’t want too…something my dad looks into…but I guess i should be matured enough to handle this myself…that’s how matured people should think
“It is of officer policy to abide by these-”
“And only these!” piped the shrimpy officer in the back of the room.
“Erm… Yes. It is of officer policy to abide by ONLY these given laws. See, what I have done was completely in my jurisdiction. You, my friend, are the one who is in the wrong.”
I stared at him blankly as I felt my jaw slowly drop in shock. Numb, but not yet willing to sacrifice my dignity, I pointed my chin to the ceiling, lifted my shoulders in a facade of comfortable grace, and strutted out of the courtroom with as much pride as I could muster upon hearing the grim verdict.
I cannot and will not follow this policy. It disregards all prameters set forth thus far, it is unconstitutional and abolishes in totality all important ideals pertaining to freedom that all Americans hold sacred.
Is honesty the right way to go anymore? Or it is a policy that has been eroded like the bones of the dinosaurs, making the oil we pump into our Jettas and Jeeps?
policy
is just another word
for redundancy
control over
aspects that have
no care for what matters
putting a label on a box
and then putting us inside it
wrapping us up like cheap barbie dolls
It was 4:00 am in the middle of his second semester. Spilt coffee, cigarette butts and a lot of crunched up pieces of paper littered his desk. He had been working on a constitution, a policy for a new on-campus organization. He had been working on changing his campus forever.
It is the belief of this nation that all men are created equal. But policy to this date has not reflected this idealistic view. Women, minorities, youth, and those of a different sexuality have been discriminated against and devalued. So if policy can change this sad truth, it better start soon.
what’s my policy? i try to have policy of kindness and understanding. however, this does not always work out for me. sometimes i let my anger/frustration get the best of me. i need to work on that, i need to remember to not stress over the little things, and to let things roll off my back. that should be my new policy. if everyone adopted this policy, the world would be a better place.
Procedures. Often a waste of time. Red tape, rules and things to follow. I suppose policies are helpful on some level, but most of the time they irritate me. I guess I’m rebellious. I don’t like following them .
“Don’t even get me started on the Policy.”
“While you are in the stand, I’m afraid I must insist.”
“Very well, your honour.”
“Where exactly do your misgivings lie?”
” ‘Round about the place where the dead bodies are.”
company policies can be a good thing… if they’re flexible enough. otherwise, a rigid, unyielding, by the book enforcement can make the workplace a stress-filled environment–truly a dreadful thing.
it is the rule that keeps you from what you want. It stops you or helps you. It is what makes this world possible. This is how it is. Without it this world cannot be.
It’s funny this word appears today. This morning, hundreds of students gathered at the nevada legislature to protest and rally against education cuts. I wish I could have been there, but you can’t miss tests. But how much power does writing a letter really have? Do they actually read it? What else can I do?
POLICY: but by saying that we disperse into the singularity is misleading.we have always been one with the earth. we are not only it,it not only surrounds us,but we eat and drink and excrete it. as much as and/or as less than anything else: we are earth
“Are you going to tell me what it is?” I asked trepidatiously.
“Sorry. That is not our policy.” An attempt at humor, but I could tell he was anxious as well.
“But you know.”
“Yes. I know. Just try to look upon it as ‘encouragement’ to get out of here.”
It is my policy to never change out my pajamas before the end of the Price is Right. It may not be One Of The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People but it works for me.
the policy of this words changes day to day
one day something is in and then gone
not everyone can be happy at one time so they think
our policy should be to look for the good in everyone and see their potential
The paper pushers were unable to process the insurance claims in a timely fashion. Their insipid system caused many deaths. But Gwen knew better. It wasn’t about the lower tiers of the bureaucracy, but those who structured it from the top. The policy they followed foremost dealt with quarterly earnings. And it was good for business to be somewhat ineffectual. That’s why Gwen decided to handle their “system” by the only means she knew how. Her background in systems analysis and information management was about to pay some of the largest dividends to those who needed it most, like the little girl in Florida who needed a liver transplant. Then she was going to blow up some yachts, but that was more for fun than anything else. As she daydreamed about the explosive sunsets to come, Gwen whistled a jaunty little seafaring tune as she hacked into a variety of accounts, for making people pay was her forte.
I don’t touch her, I don’t talk to her, I don’t look her in the eyes. It’s not my policy, it’s hers, and she can be extremely brutal if the rules aren’t properly followed. I suppose it’s what I deserve looking back at my lousy first impression. Lousy being a huge understatement.
I have written so many of these things, they are coming out of my ears. Policies for places that I worked (I ran laboratories, I wrote the policies), policies for organisations that I
I have a lot of policies, especially for someone as carefree as myself. I like to think that they keep me within the lines of who I’d like to be, but sometimes I just put them in place so I can keep myself from being lumped in with the rest of the world, I think.
“I don’t like their policy,” Sarah said.
No one liked it, but no one was going to argue about it in front of its maker. Lyle shifted in his chair, itching for a knife or a gun or something else comforting. Sarah continued to blather on, oblivious to the way Mr. Donovan was slowly getting redder and redder in the face. He could start steaming and whistling like a tea kettle and Sarah wouldn’t notice.
“She’s going to get us shot,” Thad hissed.
Policy and Procedure manuals – yucko! Everythings always numbered strangely, and hard to find. I’d much rather just ask someone who loves those sorts of things when I’m looking for a policy or a procedure. However I don’t always get the same responses.
She had a policy of expecting and accepting perfection and nothing less. Nothing more, either, since trying too hard was just as discouraged as not doing enough. In the great balancing act of the workplace, it was important to keep critical matters critical and minor fluff and stuff as minor as possible. Those who wanted their unimportant jobs to shine were rebuked. Those who wanted to lessen their exposure but had ever-so-spotlight-y positions needed to learn to suck it up.
I’m sitting doing nothing, minding my own business, I’ve just thrown the cap from another bottle of beer, when she starts reading out parts of the newspaper, and though I don’t look round, I can tell from her voice she isn’t too happy, whose policy is this? She smarts. What the hell does he know about policy? I’m not listening. I’m dreaming of the girl who works in the coffee shop. A redhead. She smiles at me today. I bought a blueberry muffin. I’ll go tomorrow. It’s my new coffee policy.
Policy? What a stupid, dull-souding word. It reminds me of some short business man with a squeaky voice and an incessant head cold. He would come to the door with his breifcase and say between coughs and nose blows, “I’d like to tell you about my insurance policy.” YAWN.
The policy was to shoot first and leave immediately. It wasn’t the first time a policy seemed impotent to Anne. Of courser shoot first, she thought, but leave immediately?
Policy is really a boring word. I have nothing really to offer on that idea. Now if it was Police-y – the state of being in a police state… yeah, I’m just not getting it today… That aggressive mother was rather Polic-y with her children.