Jeff snoozed through his morning wake-up alarm and had scrambled to get dressed, drop the kids off and get to work. He rushed into the office and as he was passing by the receptionist she said, "You left the garage open." At first he thought maybe his neighbor had called but then realized that she was trying to tell him nicely that his zipper was open. He went back to see her and asked, "Did you notice the Porsche in the garage?" She replied, "No, all I saw was a mini-van with flat tires."
Late for work
Tom had this problem of getting up late in the morning and was always late for work. His boss was mad at him and threatened to fire him if he didn't do something about it. So Tom went to his doctor who gave him a pill and told him to take it before he went to bed. Tom slept well and in fact beat the alarm in the morning by almost two hours. He had a leisurely breakfast and drove cheerfully to work. "Boss", he said, "The pill actually worked!" "That's all fine" said the boss, " But where were you yesterday?"
REASONS FOR LEAVING THE LAST JOB: Responsibility makes me nervous. They insisted that all employees get to work by 8:45 every morning. Couldn't work under those conditions. Was met with a string of broken promises and lies, as well as cockroaches. I was working for my mom until she decided to move. The company made me a scapegoat - just like my three previous employers.
JOB RESPONSIBILITIES: While I am open to the initial nature of an assignment, I am decidedly disposed that it be so oriented as to at least partially incorporate the experience enjoyed heretofore and that it be configured so as to ultimately lead to the application of more rarefied facets of financial management as the major sphere of responsibility. I was proud to win the Gregg Typting Award.
SPECIAL REQUESTS & JOB OBJECTIVES: Please call me after 5:30 because I am self-employed and my employer does not know I am looking for another job. My goal is to be a meteorologist. But since I have no training in meteorology, I suppose I should try stock brokerage. I procrastinate - especially when the task is unpleasant.
PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: Minor allergies to house cats and Mongolian sheep.
PERSONAL INTERESTS: Donating blood. 14 gallons so far.
SMALL TYPOS THAT CAN CHANGE THE MEANING: Education: College, August 1880-May 1984. Work Experience: Dealing with customers' conflicts that arouse. Develop and recommend an annual operating expense fudget. I'm a rabid typist. Instrumental in ruining entire operation for a Midwest chain operation.
Jones Late Again
Jones came into the office an hour late for the third time in one week and found the boss waiting for him. "What's the story this time, Jones?" he asked sarcastically. "Let's hear a good excuse for a change." Jones sighed, "Everything went wrong this morning, Boss. The wife decided to drive me to the station. She got ready in ten minutes, but then the drawbridge got stuck. Rather than let you down, I swam across the river (look, my suit's still damp), ran out to the airport, got a ride on Mr. Thompson's helicopter, landed on top of Radio City Music Hall, and was carried here piggyback by one of the Rockettes." "You'll have to do better than that, Jones," said the boss, obviously disappointed. "No woman can get ready in ten minutes."
Being punctual in our Office was of no benefit what-so-ever.
There was never anybody around to appreciate it.