Why I Fired My Secretary
Two weeks ago was my forty-fifth 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 would 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. Maybe 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.”
So 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, (more…)
