HUMOR Digest - 19 Dec 1996 to 20 Dec 1996

Date: Thu, 19 Dec 1996 08:12:58 GMT
From: Jim Moore Jr
Subject: Maryland State Highway

As a mid-level manager, I both interviewed and hired entry level applicants. During a series of secretarial interviews, this one really nice looking young lady wore what used to be called a "Peasant Blouse", and no bra. (For those under 40 reading this, that kind-of blouse displays quite a bit of skin from the neck down.)

During the interview, she found occasion to bend over quite a lot !

All paperwork must be reviewed and forwarded by an Administrative Assistant, who was quite nice; and I had known her for several years. I related the interview of Miss "PlayMate of the Month" to her and we both had a good laugh over it. She said, "Scheesch, this is the 90's, I didn't think that kinda thing went on any more. Both men and women have progressed so much, thankfully. Women no longer get jobs on their 'charms'".

Then, without even looking up from the papers she was busy pouring over, she said, in the flattest monotone, "When's she start ?"

"Uh, Next Wednesday," I replied sheepishly.

Like many offices, we had only one large high speed copier. You often had to wait in line to use it. One of the cutest lil' female blonde clerks in the building had an armful of papers and the machine was steadily chugging away as I walked up. I put on my very best poor puppy dog look to see if I could perhaps sneak in my little job.

The clerk looked over at me, more than slightly irritated, since she knew I wanted to butt in, and said "How much ya got ? I got a LOT !"

I looked her slowly up and down and said with a smile, "I know !!!"

Let me assure y'all, that the laws of physics were completely suspended at that very moment. This 5'3" 115 pound sweet thang was able to knock my 6'0" 185 pound frame totally on my butt with a single round-about, stiff-armed haymaker.

She then turned her back, and without a word, continued with her photocopies, leaving me sitting on the floor.

Right or wrong, a good number of openings for summer jobs at the State Highway were filled by the sons and daughters of our upper level management. Most of the career employees treated these privileged few with kid gloves.

I however had never been accused of having good common sense. It was my unpleasant chore to dress down one of the soon-to-be rising stars (the son of our Chief Engineer) for a rather costly error he had made.

After I finished, apparently unable to think of anything else to say, the young lad stammered "Do you know who my Father is ?"

I paused, looked at him, then said in my most sympathetic voice, "Why no, I'm afraid I don't. Don't you ?"

  Return to JimJr's Postings Page

This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page