There is a new virus going around, called ”work.” If you receive any sort of work” at all, whether via email, internet or simply handed to you by a colleague... DO NOT OPEN IT.
This has been circulating around our building for months and those who have been tempted to open ”work” or even look at ”work” have found that their social life is deleted and their brain ceases to function properly.
If you do encounter ”work” via email or are faced with any ”work” at all, then to purge the virus, send an email to your boss with the words ”I’ve had enough of your crap... I’m off to the pub.” The ”work” should automatically be forgotten by your brain. If you receive ”work” in paper- document form, simply lift the document and drag the ”work” to your garbage can. Put on your hat and coat and skip to the nearest bar with two friends and order three pints of beer (or rum punch). After repeating this action 14 times, you will find that ”work” will no longer be of any relevance to you and that ”Scooby Doo” was the greatest cartoon ever.
Thank you. We’re all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.
I’ll try being nicer if you’ll try being smarter.
I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
I’m not being rude. You’re just insignificant.
I’m really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me.
The fact that no one understands you doesn’t mean you’re an artist.
I don’t know what your problem is, but I’ll bet it’s hard to pronounce.
Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don’t give a damn.
I’m already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
It’s a thankless job, but I’ve got a lot of Karma to burn off.
No, my powers can only be used for good.
How about never? Is never good for you?
I’m out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.
Who me? I just wander from room to room.
It might look like I’m doing nothing, but at the cellular level I’m really quite busy.
At least I have a positive attitude about my destructive habits.
You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
I see you’ve set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
Someday, we’ll look back on this, laugh nervously and change the subject.
The boss was complaining in our staff meeting the other day that he wasn’t getting any respect. Later that morning he went to a local sign shop and bought a small sign that read:
”I’m the Boss!”
He then taped it to his office door.
Later that day when he returned from lunch, he found that someone had taped a note to the sign that said:
”Your wife called, she wants her sign back!”
Interviews We’ve all been interviewed for jobs. And, we’ve all spent most of those interviews thinking about what not to do. Don’t bite your nails. Don’t fidget. Don’t interrupt. Don’t belch. If we did any of the don’ts, we knew we’d disqualify ourselves instantly. But some job applicants go light years beyond this. In a survey top personnel executives of 100 major American corporations and asked for stories of unusual behavior by job applicants.-0+
One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus, and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops, a few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.
At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, ”Big John doesn’t pay!” and sat down at the back.
The next day the same thing happened-Big John got on again, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down. And the next day, and the one after that, and so forth. This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of him.
Finally he could stand it no longer. He signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all that good stuff. By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; what’s more, he felt really good about himself.
So on the next Monday, when Big John once again got on the bus and said, ”Big John doesn’t pay! ,” the driver stood up, glared back at the passenger, and screamed, ”And why not?”
With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, ”Big John has a bus pass.”