Work-life Ponderer Prints

Taylor, I've decided to sack you. I hope this doesn't affect our marriage in any way.

"It drives me MAD when farmers complain about their work. . . I mean they do valuable important, interesting and rewarding work. . . and they get to do it 90 hours a week!"

"Clear my schedule for the next five minutes. I feel the need for some spontaneous frivolity."

Working hours.

'We like your zip-a-dee. You need to work on your dooh-dah.'

"Don't wait up. I'll be working late again tonight."

'Don't worry about it. If at first we don't succeed, we can do it later and get paid time-and-a-half for it.'

My brilliant career

Laptop Dancing.

Your Work/Life Balance Is Off. Shall I Auto-Correct?

The Great Pyramid of Paperwork

'Don't worry about your job at the office, Sweetie. They declared bankrupty today.'

The Buck Never Stops.

"I’ve got to take this. It’s someone who isn’t obsessed with summer fun."

"I'm afraid there'll be an excess baggage charge on your Filofax."

"Ok weekend! I hope you can make up for that awful week!"

'Nigel, what have I told you about bringing your work home with you?'

"Of course I have a life. Not one worth living, mind you."

'Of course, the toll on my personal life has been enormous.'

"Oooh, I know what I want to be when I grow up: Retired!"

'I solve so many work problems at home.'

'I'm not sure what I want out of life, but I want a lot of it.'

'I'll be late for dinner Dear. I'm up to my neck in paperwork.'

The meaning of life is to avoid falling rocks

Email Notifications

'I think I'm getting somewhere. On the way over I stopped to smell the flowers.'

"Don't tell me you're not hungover, it's nine a.m. and you just clocked out."

"Death coach..."

'I've used up all my eligibilities'

"People just don't realise how stressful this job is. . . I used to have hair!"

"No, our company doesn't provide day care or maternity leave."

'Where do you see yourself in five minutes?'

"Would you like to hear about our retirement plan?"

"We've doubled our staff in the last six months." (Smith and Smith - baby in playpen behind desk).

"Excuse me, dear...the rickshaw phone...."