Office — factory

Usage examples of workplace.

If the farmer stops growing his crops, or if I deprive Equus of his workplace, or if he stops making his nails and tools, that chain will break down.

They fought their asses off for equal rights in the workplace, went to law school, became doctors, fought the corporate fight, and managed to raise children in a much nicer way than our mothers did.

Kids deprived of access to good libraries are also being kept from developing the information skills they need to keep up in workplaces that are increasingly dependent on rapidly changing information.

The cars roared by just feet away, their owners headed for workplaces in the interior, ignoring them.

The laboratory in which it was being conducted was the customary cluttered, untidy mess of most scientific workplaces, so different from the usual filmed version with its focus on the central apparatus and meaningful icons.

Free time is a euphemism for the peculiar way labor as a factor of production not only transports itself at its own expense to and from the workplace but assumes primary responsibility for its own maintenance and repair.

If democracy and self-rule are the fundamentals, then why should people give up these rights when they enter their workplace?

I see their children being raised by Haitian immigrants, and I watch them pass by the Invisible Men who clean the grouting on the marble floors without saying a word, always in a hurry to get to wherever they’re going—most likely to reduce your insurance benefits or put your workplace on the chopping block.

He made it quite clear that as long as there is no democratic control of the workplace, of the banking institutions and monied incorporations, there will be only the most limited democracy.

The federal Occupational Safety and Health Administration was designed to police the core part of the problem, workplace safety.

In the current cultural climate she could be brought up on civil charges for racial slurs in the workplace.

At quarter to five, thirty-seven-year-old John Richardson, a porter at the Spitalfields Market, headed toward 29 Han-bury Street, a rooming house for the poor that, like so many other dilapidated dwellings in Spitalfields, had once been a barnlike workplace for weavers to toil on hand looms until steam power had put them out of business.

Having banked a lump severance payment, and finding himself less than enamored by the thought of returning to the corporate style of workplace, he was constantly on the lookout for investment opportunities to provide the wherewithal for preserving the ease and freedoms that a period of enforced paid leave had led him to grow accustomed to.

In this Age when guildmistresses collect precious thimblefuls of glittering leavings from the seams of their husband's workclothes to give to the local redeemer, when the very dust of the air of larger workplaces is distilled, such a prize could hardly go unclaimed.