Why I fired my secretary
>A few weeks ago was my 38th birthday, and I wasn't
>feeling too hot that morning anyway.
>
>I went 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 in to breakfast and
>didn't say a word. When I started to leave for 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 a 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 to 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,
>all singing Happy Birthday.
>
>And there I sat...on the couch...naked.
>
>A few weeks ago was my 38th birthday, and I wasn't
>feeling too hot that morning anyway.
>
>I went 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 in to breakfast and
>didn't say a word. When I started to leave for 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 a 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 to 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,
>all singing Happy Birthday.
>
>And there I sat...on the couch...naked.
>
