Silvertip
05-26-2009, 09:17 PM
> Why I Fired My Secretary
> This is a true story. Last week was my 40th birthday and I really
> didn't feel like waking up that morning. I managed to pull myself
> together and go downstairs for breakfast, hoping my wife would be
> pleasant and say, "Happy Birthday!", and possibly have a small present
> for me. As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone
> "Happy Birthday." I thought... Well, that's marriage for you, but the
> kids... They will remember.
> My kids came trampling down the stairs to breakfast, ate their
> breakfast, and didn't say a word to me. So when I made it out of the
> house and started for work, I felt pretty dumpy and despondent.
> As I walked into my office, my secretary Joanne said, "Good Morning
> Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday!" It felt a bit better knowing
> that at least someone remembered. I worked in a zombie like fashion
> until about one o'clock, when Joanne knocked on my door and said, "You
> know, it's such a beautiful day outside, and it's your Birthday, why
> don't we go out for lunch, just you and me." I said, "Thanks, Joanne,
> that's the best thing I've heard all day. Let's go!"
> We went to lunch but not where we'd normally go. Instead she took me
> to a quiet bistro with a private table. We had a couple of mixed
> drinks and I enjoyed the meal tremendously. On the way back to the
> office, Joanne said, "You know, It's such a beautiful day... We don't
> have to go right back to the office, do we?" I replied with "I suppose
> not. What do you have in mind?" She said, "Let's go to my apartment,
> it's just around the corner."
> After arriving at her apartment, Joanne turned to me and said, "Boss
> if you don't mind, I'm goinna to step into the bedroom for just a
> moment. I'll be right back." "Ok." I nervously replied. She went into
> the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a
> huge birthday cake...
> Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends, and
> co-workers, all singing "Happy Birthday".
> And I just sat there...
> On the couch...
> Naked.
> This is a true story. Last week was my 40th birthday and I really
> didn't feel like waking up that morning. I managed to pull myself
> together and go downstairs for breakfast, hoping my wife would be
> pleasant and say, "Happy Birthday!", and possibly have a small present
> for me. As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone
> "Happy Birthday." I thought... Well, that's marriage for you, but the
> kids... They will remember.
> My kids came trampling down the stairs to breakfast, ate their
> breakfast, and didn't say a word to me. So when I made it out of the
> house and started for work, I felt pretty dumpy and despondent.
> As I walked into my office, my secretary Joanne said, "Good Morning
> Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday!" It felt a bit better knowing
> that at least someone remembered. I worked in a zombie like fashion
> until about one o'clock, when Joanne knocked on my door and said, "You
> know, it's such a beautiful day outside, and it's your Birthday, why
> don't we go out for lunch, just you and me." I said, "Thanks, Joanne,
> that's the best thing I've heard all day. Let's go!"
> We went to lunch but not where we'd normally go. Instead she took me
> to a quiet bistro with a private table. We had a couple of mixed
> drinks and I enjoyed the meal tremendously. On the way back to the
> office, Joanne said, "You know, It's such a beautiful day... We don't
> have to go right back to the office, do we?" I replied with "I suppose
> not. What do you have in mind?" She said, "Let's go to my apartment,
> it's just around the corner."
> After arriving at her apartment, Joanne turned to me and said, "Boss
> if you don't mind, I'm goinna to step into the bedroom for just a
> moment. I'll be right back." "Ok." I nervously replied. She went into
> the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a
> huge birthday cake...
> Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends, and
> co-workers, all singing "Happy Birthday".
> And I just sat there...
> On the couch...
> Naked.