- Nov 25, 1999
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Why I fired my secretary.......
Two weeks ago was my 45th 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
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 to
the country to a little private place. We had two martinis and I 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.
Two weeks ago was my 45th 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
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 to
the country to a little private place. We had two martinis and I 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.
