> 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. Instead she
> chose lunch 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
> (I is Mr. Nicolas Stariskey, now living in Raiwind)