I’d give a thousand dollars to the man who would worry for me!"
“You’re on. Now, where is those thousand dollars?”
“That is your first worry!”
A worker who was being paid by the week approached his employer and held up his last paycheck. “This is two hundred dollars less than we agreed on,” he said.
“I know,” the employer said. “But last week I overpaid you two hundred dollars, and you never complained.”
“Well, I don’t mind an occasional mistake,” the worker answered, “but when it gets to be a habit, I feel I have to call it to your attention.”
Boss, to four of his employees: “I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have to let one of you go.”
Black employee: “I’m a protected minority.”
Female employee: “And I’m a woman.”
Oldest employee: “Fire me, buster, and I’ll hit you with an age discrimination suit so fast it’ll make your head spin.”
They all turn to look at the helpless young, white, male employee, who thinks a moment, then responds: “I think I might be gay…”
“I’m never going to work for that man again”
“Why, what did he say?”
“You’re fired”
Four-word story of employment: Hired, tired, mired, fired.
I don’t want any yes-men around me. I want everybody to tell me the truth even if it costs them their jobs.
Sam Goldwyn
“Do you believe in life after death?” the boss asked one of his employees.
“Yes, Sir.” the employee replied.
“Well, then, that makes everything just fine,” the boss went on. “After you left early yesterday to go to your grandmother’s funeral, she stopped in to see you.”
A traveling salesman was held up by a bad storm in the Hawaiian Islands. He sent an e-mail to his corporate headquarters advising them that he was stranded for a few days and requested instructions.
The reply came back shortly: “Begin vacation as of yesterday.”
A fellow stopped at a rural gas station and, after filling his tank, he bought a soft drink. He stood by his car to drink his cola and he watched a couple of men working along the roadside.
One man would dig a hole two or three feet deep and then move on. The other man came along behind and filled in the hole. While one was digging a new hole, the other was about 25 feet behind filling in the old.
“Hold it, hold it,” the fellow said to the men. “Can you tell me what’s going on here with this digging?”
“Well, we work for the county government,” one of the men said.
“But one of you is digging a hole and the other is filling it up. You’re not accomplishing anything. Aren’t you wasting the county’s money?”
“You don’t understand, mister,” one of the men said, leaning on his shovel and wiping his brow. “Normally there’s three of us, me, Joe and Mike. I dig the hole, Joe sticks in the tree and Mike here puts the dirt back.”
“Yea,” piped up Mike. “Now just because Joe is sick, that doesn’t mean we can’t work, does it?”
