Workshop Dweller Pillows

Mr. Tappertit's jealousy

'Why is it that nothing ever gets done at these meetings?'

'Noticeboard? I forgot it was there to be honest.'

"You've got to fill in these forms to join the 'How to reduce bureaucracy' seminar."

The Art Student.

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

"In high school, I was quite the star in metal shop."

Things-to-do-today: Daily workboxes piled up on desk.

'I pledge allegiance to the atom, and to the periodic table on which it stands, many particles indivisible, with orbitals and electrons for all.'

Claus 2.0

"I haven't a clue what it does, but I don't know I managed without it"

"No, ma'am. I'm not sure what the difference is between being creative or just plain weird."

City Boy.

'I just don't feel I'm getting anywhere.'

In case of emergency, break glass.

Belief and Trust.

"Meanwhile, obsessing about productivity is way up."

'Come on, come on, let's work together!'

''A desk job.' That's what they called it at the interview.' 'Same here.' 'SHH!'

"The GOOD news is that 94 people want to attend the leadership training, the bad news is that 64 of them want to change the venue, 56 the time and 45 want to be course leader."

"I'll give you $5 for that shirt."

Bookshop: Unpopular Economics

"This is the communications workshop, right? Let’s get started, I’m prepared!"

'It's your husband. The baby won't burp for him.'

'I'm thinking of cutting my hours down to 24/7."

New open space office design that promotes balance in the workplace.

"First of all, let me commend everyone on the teamwork displayed on this icebreaker. Secondly, let me apologize for some of the motivational language I used during this session..."

"Arianna Stassinopoulos Huffington should write a book about you!"

"So, you want your owners to write you off and treat you more like their kid?"

"It was Saturday night. The clock on my office wall showed the time to be eleven-forty-five. There are times when a private eye does not necessarily feel like being a private eye. This was one of those times. The elevator door down the hall clanked open with a clank familiar to anyone on the fourth floor who had had an office on the fourth floor for as long as I had had an office on the fourth floor. Footsteps came down the darkened hall and stopped outside my door. They were the footsteps of a

'Time management seminar. Start: five-ish.'

"This is Mr. Harrington, our mortgage nerd."

'Don't worry about the company's pension plan. The way we work you, you'll be lucky to live that long!'

You are here.

Businessman at a bar mad to look like desk. Bartender says: 'The usual, Mr. B?'