Why I fired my secretary
Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well waking up on that
morning.
I went 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 bounding down stairs to breakfast and didn't say a
word. So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat
despondent.
As I walked into my office, my secretary Jane said, "Good Morning Boss, and
by the way Happy Birthday!" It felt a little better that at least someone
had remembered. I worked until one o'clock, when Jane knocked on my door
and said, "You know, it's such a beautiful day outside, and it is your
Birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me." I said,
"Thanks, Jane, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go!" We
went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. She chose
instead at a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two martinis each
and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.
On the way back to the office, Jane said, "You know, it's such a beautiful
day... We don't need to go straight back to the office, do we?" I
responded, "I guess not. What do you have in mind?" She said, "Let's drop
by my apartment; it's just around the corner."
After arriving at her apartment, Jane turned to me and said, "Boss, if you
don't mind, I'm going 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