Be The Hardest Worker In The Room Novels & Stories

"Miss Hardy, I've had quite enough of your low digs today, tell me what your problem is" "Since you want to hear it so badly, I would tell." "Why do you keep frustrating your workers and my friends" She inquired with a voice clearly laced with pain. "They've been nothing but all great workers and all they did is to work hard as they can, pushing themselves beyond their limit, yet all they get in return is being pressured and harrassement" I guess she hasn't changed afterall. Caring so much for others at her own expense. "So that's what it was all about"

Her husband is being stubborn about the issue. “I know what I’m doing, dad. So what if he’d been married? His wife was dead. It’s not like I’m going to be a mistress. I haven’t seen his kids yet, but I’ll try to get along with them. I won’t needlessly allow them to bully me. What am I? Twelve? Lastly, he’s not that old.” She tried voicing her own opinion. Her dad raised them to take charge. He should know she’s not going to back down easily. And of course, she knew he won’t, too. “Are you really not going to listen to me? Stop being stubborn, Alena.”

"So forgive me if I don't care about your reasonable expectations." My carefully built composure cracks. Just slightly—just enough that my voice wavers when I speak, betraying the storm beneath my calm exterior. "I understand you hate me." I stand abruptly, needing to anchor myself. "I understand you want me to suffer. But I can't complete forty hours of work in nine hours. It's impossible. No matter how hard I try." "Then you'll work faster." He doesn't move, doesn't blink, his gaze unwavering and cold. "You'll work smarter. You'll stay late. Come in early. Whatever it takes. There are no excuses here."

I'm a good little worker; I speak when I'm spoken to, I smile when I'm prompted to do so, and I move only when she gives me permission; I live to serve her; To receive that glowing look of acknowledgment, the reward of a job well done; I am the strength of the hive; The only worker serving an ever-demanding queen who can never be satisfied; I do it for her, though; Not for the reward I hope to get afterwards. Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring

, with a deep scowl he surveys the room then proceeded further leaving noa and i behind, Just like an assistant should, and I quote, ' I hate my job already, just can't wait to get back home, to actually being jobless, looking for a job, and binge eating all day, if this is how he treats his workers I would rather watch movies than work with him never met someone this egocentric in my entire lifetime.

I yelled as he walked out the room. My ladies will have a lot to do when they come into this company. I want nothing but the best. That’s why we have very strict guidelines in order to work for me. I worked hard for my shit and I will take down anyone who tries me. No questions asked. When the line is crossed, all bets are off and I come for blood.

Gary retorted, he was certain that Fredrick was referring to him. “You just suggested a break on a Friday morning!” “Is that a crime?” “For a man who is barely at the peak of his career, it is!” “For a man who is far above the peak of his career, you sure work too hard.” “But you can’t achieve anything if you decide to lazy around on the couch on a Friday just because you think it is almost weekend.” “Are you genuinely working this hard because there’s so much to do?” “What do you mean “working this hard”? This is the how we work every other day, Alex, I need back up.”

A guy entered his office. The boss nodded. "She's my daughter." "Oh. Biologically?" "Nope. So, how are things going?" The guy sighed. "Not well. It's hard." "It always is. Why is it never easy?" "I wonder too and it's so annoying. I hate it." "Well, just work hard to get what you want. Working hard pays off. Don't give up." "Are you that patient?" The boss smiled. "Unfortunately, no. You need to up your ante."

I nod. "And after yesterday" He starts off again, "I realized just how ferocious I have been with you all these years. You're one of the hardest workers here and you are so accommodating and kind and helpful, I honestly can't even think of times where I or anyone at Jefferson Legal has given you a task that you fucked up."

“But the boss has been dragging me to the gym every day. Each session lasts four hours, and I can’t keep up…” Amanda burst out laughing. “Isn’t it good that the boss works out with you?” “But I still have to work!” “The boss works too, and he’s full of energy.” “The boss is practically a superhuman. He’s a work machine without feelings. I’m just a mortal; I need sleep!” Amanda retorted, “Then why don’t you have the guts to tell the boss directly?”