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Housekeepers, homemakers, wives, and mothers are fundamental social relations, which rest upon woman's characteristics, physical, mental, and moral.
A simple job for simple people.
My mother was a washerwoman - or a woman that cleaned houses in Texas ... in Plano, Texas - who always loved poetry and always loved stories.
I still deliver like a midwife
There is a type of girl who, while incapable of cleaning her bedroom even at knife point, will fight for the privilege of being allowed to spend the day shoveling manure in a stable.
I had a job; I was, during the war, a nurse, a 'Gray Lady.' We wore a veil and a gray dress.
I prefer the word "homemaker" because "housewife" always implies that there might be a wife someplace else.
Housework is what a woman does that nobody notices unless she hasn't done it.
The few men who do a hand's turn around the house expect gratitude and recognition, so sure are they that, though it is their dirt, it is not their job.
Everybody needs a servant, excellent sir, whether they know it or not.
Mum had a job fitting upholstery into cars, but, in the evenings, she worked as a seamstress.
I'm my characters' galley slave.
Who will tend the farm museums who will dust the day belongings?
Woman has been the great unpaid laborer of the world.
To be a housewife is a difficult, a wrenching, sometimes an ungrateful job if it is looked on only as a job. Regarded as a profession, it is the noblest as it is the most ancient of the catalogue. Let none persuade us differently or the world is lost indeed.
I've been an engineer, barman, skip lorry driver, coalman, boat window manufacturer, contract grass cutter and builder.
Every housemaid expects at least once a week as much excitement as would have lasted a Jane Austen heroine throughout a whole novel.
My mother was a housewife but she was also an artist. My father was an electrical engineer.
She has the care of a mother, the love of a sister, a prostitute in bed. Who is she?
What else is a Hand for, if not to hand you things?
I'm left doing all the unskilled labor myself, which is exactly when you realize there's nothing unskilled about labor.
My dad was a telegraph operator for the Cotton Belt Railroad. He worked seven nights a week from 4 until midnight, no vacation.
It makes me angry to think that ... female sanitation workers will spend their days doing a job most of their co-workers think they can't handle, and then they will go home and do another job most of their co-workers don't want.
Can't believe you're making me say this am willing to fill any role required by you i.e. buddy best buddy laborer unpaid driver unpaid gardener unpaid father of your children coat etc just tell me which and how we'll manage come home will square things with your Pa - Charlie
I hoped it was a telemarketer. They were the only ones with jobs worse than mine.
I was a hard-workin' little boy. Oh, I worked. Pullin' cotton, shockin' grain, cuttin' wheat, loadin' wheat, choppin' cotton, cleanin' chicken houses, milkin' cows, plowin'.
Manly deeds, womanly hands.
Women of all classes are awakening to the necessity of self-support, but few are willing to do the ordinary useful work for which they are fitted.
HAND, n. A singular instrument worn at the end of the human arm and commonly thrust into somebody's pocket.
Daughter stealer.
When I was in college my girl got me a job at the doctor's office she was working at. I was a file clerk. No disrespect but I don't think a man can do that job. It takes so much meticulous and precise file-keeping.
Women's work, like much blue-collar work and agrarian work, is often invisible and uncredited, the work that holds the world together - maintenance work as the great feminist artist Mierle Laderman Ukeles called it in her Maintenance Art manifesto.
It's a full time job with a part-time companion.
Screwdrivers, women who screw drivers.
She could surely rise to a dishwasher, but she prefers to use her children. She believes that a row of children chopping vegetables is a better thing than a machine.
For my second novel, The Apothecary's Daughter, my editor encouraged me to think of another unusual profession for a woman to have. That led to the main character, Lilly Haswell, who finds herself doing the work of an apothecary at a time when it was illegal for women to do so.
What is a woman that you forsake her
And the hearth fire and the home acre
To go with that old grey widow-maker?
Being a laborer with one hand is about as useful as being a sperm donor with one nut.
You must be either the servant or the master, the hammer or the anvil.
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Bitch get stuff done
Doorman - a genius who can open the door of your car with one hand, help you in with the other, and still have one left for the tip.
If you're a caretaker, who are you when there's no one else to take care of?
The hand is the tool of tools.
Mine is the horny hand of toil.
I work as my father drank.
Any man with a grain of sense knows that marriage is the only way, these days, to acquire a full-time maid who works twenty-five hours a day, with no time off and no pay except room and board. (p9)
Her occupation was the worst that anyone could think of. No guest in the park had to think of it because, unlike the wandering dwarf women, her job had no bearing on paper.
I'm a workin' girl.
My mother was a very hard-working maid, and their stories are worth telling.
I've had too many experiences in my life of being the first woman in some damned occupation.
I'm simply one hell of a butler.
From being a waiter, to a door-to-door salesman, to a car-washer, to a delivery boy - I have done it all.
All the housemaid hopes is, happiness for 'em - but marriage is a lottery, and the more she thinks about it, the more she feels the independence and the safety of a single life.
Women are house as well as factory slaves and are forced to bear a double workload.
Who are the farmer's servants? ... Geology and Chemistry, the quarry of the air, the water of the brook, the lightning of the cloud, the castings of the worm, the plough of the frost.
Waitressing - by far the worst job ever created.
I am a woman who came from the cotton fields of the South. From there I was promoted to the washtub. From there I was promoted to the cook kitchen. And from there I promoted myself into the business of manufacturing hair goods and preparations ... I have built my own factory on my own ground.
A bad workman quarrels with the man who calls him that.
I'm like Jane Austen - I work on the corner of the dining table.
I'm an intern with the Union of Fairy Godmothers...
Penis? Cock? Dick? Wood? Schlong? Womb broom? Clam hammer? Yogurt slinger?
I'd like to do a job where I don't have to tie women to beds.
I'm a craftsman. I'm an actor.
I always hired widows with children, because they had to work and didn't have any foolishness about them.
My father was a tomato farmer. There is the phrase that says he or she worked their fingers to the bone, well, that's my dad. And he was a very good man.
I consider myself a laborer, building my career brick over brick under the sun.
My wife runs the house much better than I could so I think she could be a linesman or a referee or even a football manager and that's the truth.
I'm a job creator.
Hard and steady and engrossing labor with the hands, especially out of doors, is invaluable to the literary man and serves him directly.
hate the woman but housebreaking is a whole other
I'm more of a house painter.That's the way I work.
My mother worked in factories, worked as a domestic, worked in a restaurant, always had a second job.
with a cluster of other servants.
The only honourable work my parents knew was blue-collar. But while my father Robert ran a pawnbroker's shop, and my mother was a waitress, I moved into a middle-class world with a level of security they never knew.
Most mothers entering the labor market outside the home are naive. They stagger home each evening, holding mail in their teeth, the cleaning over their arm, a lamb chop defrosting under each armpit, balancing two gallons of frozen milk between their knees, and expect one of the kids to get the door.
There's nothing my housekeeper does that I can't do - and maybe better!
Job's comforting
We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.
Occupation is the best safeguard for women under all circumstances
mental or physical, or both. Cupid extinguishes his torch in the atmosphere of industry.
One day treats us like a hireling nurse, another like a mother.
I did quite a lot of menial jobs. I was a waiter, an inventory clerk touring round properties listing cups and saucers, and a laserquest marshal.
Speak, what trade art thou?
Why, sir, a carpenter.
Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
What does thou with thy best apparel on?
Are you busy?" the caller would ask. "Yes I'm working." Sitting in my chair, cats nearby, I was reading a great book. That was my job this year, and it was a good one. The salary was nonexistent, but the satisfaction was daily and deep.
My first job was cleaning sheep pens.
I design for the working girl.
The man who gives me employment, which I must have or suffer, that man is my master, let me call him what I will.
Housekeeping ain't no joke.
I was a caddy. I also worked as a bouncer, selling Christmas trees at Frank's Nursery and before that, selling what they normally sell.
Watching, I dread my own womanhood, the day when I too will follow along carrying bags of groceries, my mission wherever I go to feed other people who take actual part in life while I am simply the catering staff.
Don't be condescending to unskilled labor. Try it for a half a day first.
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
I'm just a guy who rolls up his sleeves and goes to work!
My mother's a secretary; my father's an electrician in a mining company.
I'd rather play a maid than be one.
Mama worked outside the home - in the garden.
When you marry your mistress, you create a job vacancy.
I was a regular hand when I was 7. I picked cotton. I drove tractors. Children grew up not thinking that this is what they must do. We thought this was the thing to do to help your family.
Let thy maid servant be faithful, strong, and homely.
A veteran of the gender wars.