Quotes about job, page 6
You really should not do this job unless you're willing to put in that enormous amount of effort. You should not do the job unless you're willing to take risks. And you shouldn't do the job unless you're willing to lose the job, too.
quote by Anthony A. Williams
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Job 600
'Job 600', 'Job 600'!
Of a high building with 600 rooms;
But marry me like a star and let me lead you on,
For, this job is still at hand in the land of my muse.
In this life, if you are not part of the solution then,
You will be part of the problem;
Because, my love to you is like 'Job 600'!
But, the steps ahead of me are full of troubles.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Why?
I wonder for an arrest to be argued
To leave a man without his job,
With his job, without his job,
With his job, without it,
Or shall I say he read my letter
And threw it away for the telling
Of payment to be made by me.
Shall I state I have a profession
Inside of which my task is huge,
And huger still. It is the worry of late
Why I am in trouble.
For somebody has sentenced me to life
For being a liar, and an open one.
poem by Naveed Akram
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1,2,3,4.
1,2,3,4
Needy men sprawled on the floor.
Many pass with merciless stares
While they wait patiently for somebody to care.
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
We leave these men without basic needs.
Assuming that they spend it on booze and drugs
We flick them away like pesky bugs.
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
And all they want is some money to eat.
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
Is this how we treat God’s sheep?
No job, no house, no bed to sleep
Won’t somebody care to see?
That 1,2,3,4
Needy men, need support.
poem by Vanessa Hibberd
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The Coffee House Mistress
Sometimes I go there keeping my helpless hands in the pockets
But I never sip a cup of Coffee and she knows
That I am looking for a job!
One day she said; ' You're always with a smile
And I can offer you a job, just stand here
And smile with the customers,
But I cannot pay much
A daily basis with a lump sum
Until you get a better job.'
I agreed with a bow!
I have an important question!
Are you married?
Yes Madam, just completed thirty eight tough years.
Then I saw her round face changed into an oval.
She said; ' Honey! Give me a short interval! '
This is the story of my Part time job
'Standing with a smile'
And how sad it ends?
*don't hit the fly
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Job Interview
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife
He would have written sonnets all his life?
DON JUAN, III, 63-4
"Where do you see yourself five years from now?"
the eldest male member (or is "male member"
a redundancy?) of the committee
asked me. "Not here," I thought. A good thing I
speak fluent Fog. I craved that job like some
unappeasable, taunting woman.
What did Byron's friend Hobhouse say after
the wedding? "I felt as if I had buried
a friend." Each day I had that job I felt
the slack leash at my throat and thought what was
its other trick. Better to scorn the job than ask
what I had ever seen in it or think
what pious muck I'd ladled over
the committee. If they believed me, they
deserved me. As luck would have it, the job
lasted me almost but not quite five years.
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poem by William Matthews
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Consummation
They may be duds or they may be drones,
Or legislators heaven-sent;
But the A.L.P. for all atones
When it gets them into Parliament.
Tho' they talk sheer drivel once they're there,
Our job is done. Why should we care?
They may be mild or they may be reds,
Or 'has-beens' who have missed the bus.
But the simple job of counting heads
Is all that matters much to us.
And the job we do with wondrous ease
Is the mas production of M.P's.
So, why blame us in peevish gloom,
And charge us with this grievous sin?
They may involve the land in doom;
But our job's done; we've got 'em in.
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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Cleaners
This poem is dedicated to all those who do cleaning
of one sort or another.
Some people look down at others
for the jobs they do
and if your one of them
here is warning just for you.
You may think you’re intelligent,
but I don’t think you are.
You may think you are smart,
well, think again my friend.
There are a lot of smarter people
in jobs you may look down on.
Remember the old saying
never judge a book by its cover,
that also applies to jobs people do.
Some may only be there
to keep the money coming in
until the right job comes along.
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poem by David Harris
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Sea Life
A seafarer’s life
I didn’t want to work in a factory and get my hands dirty,
be locked inside grey walls six days a week, as everyone
else in my street was, so I got a job selling books from
house to house; only I was so terrible shy.
The first doorbell I rang was also my last, the woman who
opened the door was kind enough but she didn’t want to
buy anything, I nearly cried, and didn’t have the courage
to press my finger on another doorbell.
Selling pictures of farms, taken from a helicopter, was
my next job, out all day taking the bus to the countryside
only the day I got there it was raining I had no umbrella
and the first farm I came to was also my last.
I took a course training to be a waiter, in white jacket
and golden epaulet I looked handsome, so my sister said.
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poem by Oskar Hansen
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Send Me Down To Tucson
No one wants to go down to Tucson in the summer
So this time the boss chose me
I've been sort of restless yes he thought it might help if
I got away from my wife and family
There's been no other woman since the mother of my children
And in each and every way she's a lady
Now there's one that I'll remember a sultry night we spent together
And she satisfied the love inside of me
Go on and send me down to Tucson and I'll get the job done
And call up the one whose love is free
She may be easy and I love my lady
But the lady don't satisfy the love inside of me
I know the lady's not to blame cause they raised her prime and proper
While another takes her pleasures where she can
The one in Tucson she don't hide it and when she gets excited
She makes you feel your every inch a man
But if I could have a wish that I knew would be granted
Don't you know that one wish would be
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song performed by Mel Tillis, lyrics by Snuff Garrett & Cliff Crofford from Are You Sincere (January 1979)
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