A Fine Example
Why I Fired My Secretary
Two weeks ago was my 45th birthday, and I wasn't feeling too hot that morning anyway. I went down
to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant and say "Happy Birthday," and probably have a
present for me.
She didn't even say "Good Morning," let alone any "Happy Birthday."
I thought, "Well, that's wives for you. The children will remember."
The children came down to breakfast and didn't say a word.
When I started to the office I was feeling pretty low and despondent. As I walked into my office,
my secretary, Janet said, "Good Morning, Boss, Happy Birthday."
And I felt a little better; someone had remembered. I worked until noon.
Then, Janet knocked on my door and said, "You know, it's such a
beautiful day outside and it's your birthday, let's go to lunch,
just you and me." I said, "By George, that's the greatest thing I've
heard all day."
Let's go. We went to lunch. We didn't go where we normally go;
we went out into the country to a little private place. We had
two martinis and enjoyed lunch tremendously. On the way back to the office, she said, "You know,
it's such a beautiful day. We don't need to go back to the office, do we?" I said, "No, I guess
not."
She said, "Let's go to my apartment." After arriving at her apartment she said, "Boss, if you
don't mind, I think I'll go into the bedroom and slip into something more comfortable."
"Sure," I excitedly replied.
She went into the bedroom and, in about six minutes she came out carrying a big birthday cake,
followed by my wife, children, and dozens of our friends. They were all singing Happy
Birthday...
and there on the couch I sat..............................................................
..... N A K E D