The secretary passed me the letter. It was all so confusing. I didn’t know what to do with it. All it said was “6 o’clock, 14th Street, downtown.” I was afraid to go, but I had to. Now my life is in danger, and all there is to do is keep playing. This horrible, sick game.
I picture a pile of papers sitting on a glossy desktop and I still envy her. (This fictitious “her” should equally be a “him” but I have been won over by traditional typecasting of those of my gender). The pile of undone work is not a product of procrastination for her. If I place myself in her chair, the unfinished work immediately changes connotations to something dark, unaccomplished, instead of a promise of achievement like it would be in the case of a proficient secretary. That job does not have room for atrophied perfectionism- practicality and completion are the main skills for it. Memo to self: never type up “To obtain a position as a secretary” in my resume.
I started my full-time working life as a secretary. Unwillingly. It was an expectation. And, for the record, the job was what I expected. People thought I should make the coffee, even though I wasn’t even a coffee drinker. I stayed at it longer than I wanted to. But, I had stuff to figure out.
this is not a fun one. but it’s alright.
i feel like a secretary in school. taking notes upon notes upon notes…if i put all the notes i have taken in a pile it would cover a whole room.–for what? for a couple answers to an exam that does not actually mean anything? well i guess it does if you want to get any place in this world.
She was super-secretary, although that term was rarely used these days. To be politically correct and non-offensive, she was called an Assistant. As if that made a difference in her job description. But she could do it all and loved it.
He wanted to be a secretary and his parents did not like it. When he first told them, his father assumed that he was only taking the secretary job as a starting point of his career and build up to greater things. This assumption was shot down upon birth and in its place his son sung about his love of typewriters and being of assistance to a person with a professional career. “A male secretary? How ridiculous,’ his father replied spitefully whilst his mother put her head in her hands.
Jensen? Jensen, are you there? Mr Jensen? The sultry feminine voice intoned on his consciousness. Mr Jensen, I’m the secretary. I’m here to help you. Is there anything you need, Mr Jensen? Anything at all, just say the word and I’ll make it my mission in life to fulfill it. Just say the word, Mr Jensen. I’m here for you.
The secretary at the desk was eying him. daring him to come closer. and so he came. they talked about the weather, the news the sports the money. they talked about the feelings. they talked about me. and they stayed there.
im their best man now.
Call, answer, tell, hang up. Always just that. No one ever calls for me, not just me. Damn people. I feel so used, I feel like a damn secretary. Oh ring ring. Hello? Hey how a- oh what? oh james? yeah.. yeahh. okay bye. That’s just it. No hey i’m going to a party or oh hey come to this club. Miss secretary could you tell this to whatserface and have her call me. Oh remind me to do this… Yeah yeah. Miss Secretary at your damn service..
Secretaries are extinct
are politically incorrect
are called admins now
I feel so sorry for their glasses
kept on tiny chains close
to their tiny pockets
which are normally filled
with pens
Oh this word is perfect. I’ve just started watching Mad Men on Netflix. It’s a really good show but frustrating to watch sometimes. Most of the men are cheating on their wives and treating the secretaries like objects. It’s amazing how far women have come but sad how far there still is to go.
Reminds of that one movie with that one girl from princess diary’s who played as a secretary. I think it was devil wears prada or something like that. Jesus its been a long time since i’ve seen that movie… hmm well i know what I’m doing for the next 2 hours.
The secretary in the department office does not like to be called a “secretary”. She is now an “Administrative Assistant”. This is all fine and good I guess. She is the gear that turns the whole department. Without her, we would be lost. I mean, seriously, who else would refuse to get me coffee?
the secretary is an indispensable person. she makes sure the entire organization keeps working. i say she, because mine is a she. not for any generic stereotype.
Click click click went the typewriter as I sat there, waiting to be called into my doom. The interview wasn’t the scary part, it was the man inside. For you see, he was the type that always leered at his patients – he thought he knew it all and I was just another one of his girls that relied on him for mental care.
I looked over at the person typing and gulped, wishing that I could speak to the woman. I knew her well, but this was a professional place by day. She was the secretary of my heart in truth, keeping me on track. Her name was Sasha, and she loved me more than I’d ever loved myself.
As my name was called, I stood, gulping. Shoulders squared back, head held high, and an expression of seriousness on my face. I was going to confront what was wrong with me this time. I wouldn’t fail.
The world in which I live in blossomed in chaotic clusters of secretaries; documenting, judging and noting down my every move. Pests, these people are.
I hope someday I get a secretary. It’s fucked how there’s a stigma against male secretaries, it seems like in movies or TV shows they all end up being gay. Maybe that’s just Entourage but I nevertheless rest my case.
The desk I sat at everyday was old though if you merely glanced at it you would probably think it was new. I could tell that many others had sat there before me because you could see the spots where they’d picked of bits of the desk to relieve the stress of being Sir’s secretary; keeping not only is contacts straight and his day in order but also his secrets and the evidence of the evil he’d done to get ahead. You could even see where I’d picked at the desk before I got canned, just like the others. Thus is the short life of the secretary there.
There are some days in which I wish I were a secretary. Not just any secretary, but a fantastic secretary, for a corporation or organization which endeavored to accomplish great things.
The woman with the secret life. The job she despised all went away at night. With a little make up and some hot lingerie, she became the new lady all the men craved.
I saw her sitting there in her crazy chair the moment I entered the room. She had the hair that looks so fair she typed something out and boom. I felt the need to stop and read the paper she handed to me. It had a note.
secretary, like a woman in a tight brown pencil skirt, buddy holly glasses, and a fifties haircut. Or maybe I’m just watching too much Mad Men? A woman, serving a male boss, inattentive to her needs. She is reliable, productive, like a mother, servant, sister, wife, and teacher all rolled into one.
I wish I had a secretary. I wish she were beautiful, and sexyy and aloof. I can see here, behind her glasses, seeming busy but still distracted. Miss Jones Take a memo
She had bought the hose as a special gift to herself. The sexy ones with seams up the back. Luxurious. What would happen when she wore those today? Could it change what would have happened otherwise?
The secretary of the state decided to step down from his position as a result of the scandal that had occurred. It wasn’t his fault that he had to. He was just thrust into a world of dishonesty and dishonor as he head to deal with insubordination and treachery that existed within his cabinet.
One of the employees knew that his boss was having a secret affair with the secretary. She was blonde and beautiful. The employee knew his boss’ wife and after all the years of unfair treatment he experienced from working there, he decided to seduce his boss’ wife.
secretary. okay, so i’ve always secretly wanted to be a secretary. i think it would be super fun. i don’t know. desk life… i really like to organize desks for one, so i’d like that. and i like to type, and i like to write. and yeah, it would suck to not be able to go outside for like… the day, but i really like the chill environment on an office. a secretary just sounds like a fun way to spend some time. perhaps for like an internship, rather than a job. that way, i wouldn’t have to do it forever…
not all secretaries are birds.. i saw a secretary and was dumbfouned to find
she was not a bird after all. I was so innocent even naive in the extreme. I wondered did everyone have to find out the embarrassing hard way. She didn’t look at all flighty to me. rock solid in her demeaner thought i. how anyone could have seen her a bird was way beyond my understanding
she was wearing navy and white. maybe. i reflected that could have
reminded some of a magpie. then i wondered if she wore those colours every day. Magpies impressed me a lot then. Now i have learned more about their darker side…
Pencils.
Pushing pencils.
Papers.
Stacking papers.
File, sort. File, sort.
Yet she daydreams of the sea.
Push, stack, file.
Push, stack, file.
Yet she wanders into her world.
The secretary passed me the letter. It was all so confusing. I didn’t know what to do with it. All it said was “6 o’clock, 14th Street, downtown.” I was afraid to go, but I had to. Now my life is in danger, and all there is to do is keep playing. This horrible, sick game.
“Unload your shitty work onto” person.
I picture a pile of papers sitting on a glossy desktop and I still envy her. (This fictitious “her” should equally be a “him” but I have been won over by traditional typecasting of those of my gender). The pile of undone work is not a product of procrastination for her. If I place myself in her chair, the unfinished work immediately changes connotations to something dark, unaccomplished, instead of a promise of achievement like it would be in the case of a proficient secretary. That job does not have room for atrophied perfectionism- practicality and completion are the main skills for it. Memo to self: never type up “To obtain a position as a secretary” in my resume.
I started my full-time working life as a secretary. Unwillingly. It was an expectation. And, for the record, the job was what I expected. People thought I should make the coffee, even though I wasn’t even a coffee drinker. I stayed at it longer than I wanted to. But, I had stuff to figure out.
this is not a fun one. but it’s alright.
i feel like a secretary in school. taking notes upon notes upon notes…if i put all the notes i have taken in a pile it would cover a whole room.–for what? for a couple answers to an exam that does not actually mean anything? well i guess it does if you want to get any place in this world.
She was super-secretary, although that term was rarely used these days. To be politically correct and non-offensive, she was called an Assistant. As if that made a difference in her job description. But she could do it all and loved it.
Red lipstick dragged over heavy lips, thin hair pinned up & in place. Telephone ringing, nails being filed.
He wanted to be a secretary and his parents did not like it. When he first told them, his father assumed that he was only taking the secretary job as a starting point of his career and build up to greater things. This assumption was shot down upon birth and in its place his son sung about his love of typewriters and being of assistance to a person with a professional career. “A male secretary? How ridiculous,’ his father replied spitefully whilst his mother put her head in her hands.
Secretary- the neck of the head of a company.
Jensen? Jensen, are you there? Mr Jensen? The sultry feminine voice intoned on his consciousness. Mr Jensen, I’m the secretary. I’m here to help you. Is there anything you need, Mr Jensen? Anything at all, just say the word and I’ll make it my mission in life to fulfill it. Just say the word, Mr Jensen. I’m here for you.
The secretary at the desk was eying him. daring him to come closer. and so he came. they talked about the weather, the news the sports the money. they talked about the feelings. they talked about me. and they stayed there.
im their best man now.
Call, answer, tell, hang up. Always just that. No one ever calls for me, not just me. Damn people. I feel so used, I feel like a damn secretary. Oh ring ring. Hello? Hey how a- oh what? oh james? yeah.. yeahh. okay bye. That’s just it. No hey i’m going to a party or oh hey come to this club. Miss secretary could you tell this to whatserface and have her call me. Oh remind me to do this… Yeah yeah. Miss Secretary at your damn service..
Secretaries are extinct
are politically incorrect
are called admins now
I feel so sorry for their glasses
kept on tiny chains close
to their tiny pockets
which are normally filled
with pens
Oh this word is perfect. I’ve just started watching Mad Men on Netflix. It’s a really good show but frustrating to watch sometimes. Most of the men are cheating on their wives and treating the secretaries like objects. It’s amazing how far women have come but sad how far there still is to go.
Reminds of that one movie with that one girl from princess diary’s who played as a secretary. I think it was devil wears prada or something like that. Jesus its been a long time since i’ve seen that movie… hmm well i know what I’m doing for the next 2 hours.
The secretary in the department office does not like to be called a “secretary”. She is now an “Administrative Assistant”. This is all fine and good I guess. She is the gear that turns the whole department. Without her, we would be lost. I mean, seriously, who else would refuse to get me coffee?
the secretary is an indispensable person. she makes sure the entire organization keeps working. i say she, because mine is a she. not for any generic stereotype.
Click clack, the typewriter says. It’s nothing important, just a bunch of lousy words one after another…
Dress like a secretary, stay at an entry level position. Dress like a CEO, show your ambition.
Click click click went the typewriter as I sat there, waiting to be called into my doom. The interview wasn’t the scary part, it was the man inside. For you see, he was the type that always leered at his patients – he thought he knew it all and I was just another one of his girls that relied on him for mental care.
I looked over at the person typing and gulped, wishing that I could speak to the woman. I knew her well, but this was a professional place by day. She was the secretary of my heart in truth, keeping me on track. Her name was Sasha, and she loved me more than I’d ever loved myself.
As my name was called, I stood, gulping. Shoulders squared back, head held high, and an expression of seriousness on my face. I was going to confront what was wrong with me this time. I wouldn’t fail.
I am a secretary…….
The world in which I live in blossomed in chaotic clusters of secretaries; documenting, judging and noting down my every move. Pests, these people are.
if i had one she would naughty. Not rape and pillage naughty but night and nooner naughty. And of course she would know how to use microsoft word.
I hope someday I get a secretary. It’s fucked how there’s a stigma against male secretaries, it seems like in movies or TV shows they all end up being gay. Maybe that’s just Entourage but I nevertheless rest my case.
“I’m a secretary,” she told her mother. She was a very good liar.
The desk I sat at everyday was old though if you merely glanced at it you would probably think it was new. I could tell that many others had sat there before me because you could see the spots where they’d picked of bits of the desk to relieve the stress of being Sir’s secretary; keeping not only is contacts straight and his day in order but also his secrets and the evidence of the evil he’d done to get ahead. You could even see where I’d picked at the desk before I got canned, just like the others. Thus is the short life of the secretary there.
There are some days in which I wish I were a secretary. Not just any secretary, but a fantastic secretary, for a corporation or organization which endeavored to accomplish great things.
The woman with the secret life. The job she despised all went away at night. With a little make up and some hot lingerie, she became the new lady all the men craved.
I saw her sitting there in her crazy chair the moment I entered the room. She had the hair that looks so fair she typed something out and boom. I felt the need to stop and read the paper she handed to me. It had a note.
secretary, like a woman in a tight brown pencil skirt, buddy holly glasses, and a fifties haircut. Or maybe I’m just watching too much Mad Men? A woman, serving a male boss, inattentive to her needs. She is reliable, productive, like a mother, servant, sister, wife, and teacher all rolled into one.
I wish I had a secretary. I wish she were beautiful, and sexyy and aloof. I can see here, behind her glasses, seeming busy but still distracted. Miss Jones Take a memo
She was in love with her boss.
The boss was in love with his secretary.
The secretary was in love with the janitor.
And the Janitor was in love with her.
She had bought the hose as a special gift to herself. The sexy ones with seams up the back. Luxurious. What would happen when she wore those today? Could it change what would have happened otherwise?
The secretary of the state decided to step down from his position as a result of the scandal that had occurred. It wasn’t his fault that he had to. He was just thrust into a world of dishonesty and dishonor as he head to deal with insubordination and treachery that existed within his cabinet.
One of the employees knew that his boss was having a secret affair with the secretary. She was blonde and beautiful. The employee knew his boss’ wife and after all the years of unfair treatment he experienced from working there, he decided to seduce his boss’ wife.
secretary. okay, so i’ve always secretly wanted to be a secretary. i think it would be super fun. i don’t know. desk life… i really like to organize desks for one, so i’d like that. and i like to type, and i like to write. and yeah, it would suck to not be able to go outside for like… the day, but i really like the chill environment on an office. a secretary just sounds like a fun way to spend some time. perhaps for like an internship, rather than a job. that way, i wouldn’t have to do it forever…
fml.
not all secretaries are birds.. i saw a secretary and was dumbfouned to find
she was not a bird after all. I was so innocent even naive in the extreme. I wondered did everyone have to find out the embarrassing hard way. She didn’t look at all flighty to me. rock solid in her demeaner thought i. how anyone could have seen her a bird was way beyond my understanding
she was wearing navy and white. maybe. i reflected that could have
reminded some of a magpie. then i wondered if she wore those colours every day. Magpies impressed me a lot then. Now i have learned more about their darker side…
Pencils.
Pushing pencils.
Papers.
Stacking papers.
File, sort. File, sort.
Yet she daydreams of the sea.
Push, stack, file.
Push, stack, file.
Yet she wanders into her world.
Usually a female person. Most common in big firms and porn movies.
She can also be very helpfull around the office.