I’d like to share this with you guys today. Again, it’s from my friend Pauline. Cheers, and have a nice day.
A man called home to his wife and said, ‘Darling , I have been asked to go fishing up in Canada with my boss & several of his friends.
We’ll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that promotion I’ve been wanting, so could you please pack enough clothes for a week and set out my rod and fishing box, we’re leaving from the office & I will swing by the house to pick my things up’ ‘Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pyjamas. ‘
The wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy but being the good wife she is, did exactly what her husband asked.
The following weekend he came home a little tired but otherwise looking good.
The wife welcomed him home and asked if he caught many fish?
He said, ‘Yes! Lots of salmons, some bluegills, and a few swordfishes. But why didn’t you pack my new blue silk pyjamas like I asked you to Do?’
You’ll love the answer, folks. …….
The wife replied, ‘I did, dear. They’re in your fishing box! …’
Moral of the story, ladies and gents…
Never Ever Lie To A Woman…!!!
It pays to stay true to yourself; remember the movie What Lies Beneath”.
As the saying goes, “If you could have done it on your own you would probably have done it already”. I know it sucks being you – me too! But I’m overcoming my limitations by playing follow the leader, I mean mentor. He’s great. Pretty soon I’ll be the Master (Stars Wars).
But enough of myself; no, this is a blog I should talk about myself. Let see where should I start? Today – I’ll start near the middle. I was raised like all the rest of the ‘baby boomers’ to go to school, get a good education and then get a good job. Well, most of us did that, but in the distant past and in the present we have realized that getting the job is relatively easy – it’s keeping it that’s hard.
2007/11 to 2008/9, I was out of a job. I couldn’t buy one, steal one, con one, or get one until September. Of course, I was thankful for getting one in a field that I’m trapped in but I’m dissatisfied because it’s the same old thing. It seems like I’m a real wage slave. I’ve also realized that a job doesn’t love nobody but itself. It doesn’t care how long you served it, been by its side, coddled it, worshiped it, stuck by it, pleaded with it, sweated for it – it doesn’t love any body but itself.
I’ve found my solution. I’m working my job to fire my Boss. Anybody who wants to fire their Boss can come follow me in my journey getting Free.