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Why I Fired My Secretary


It was my thirty-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 told her
that it was the best 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 an in about six minutes, she came out carrying a big birthday cake, Followed by my wife, children and dozens of our friends.

All were singing 'Happy Birthday' And there on the couch I sat... Naked.

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