A guy (we’ll call him Aaron) was laying down carpet in some woman’s home. As he was finishing, he got a craving for a cigarette. Aaron looked around and discovered that his cigarettes were missing. He did, however, notice a bump in the carpet, and figured that he had laid carpet over the pack without noticing it there. Aaron decided rather than to take up the carpet, he would get a hammer and pound it into the ground so no one would know.

When he finished that, the owner of the house walked into the room and commented on what a nice job he had done.

”Aaron, The carpet lookes wonderful!” she exclaimed. ”Here are your cigarettes; I found them in the kitchen. Oh yes, and by the way, have you seen my gerbil?”

Lem: ”I got fired from my job as a bank guard.”

Clem: ”That’s awful. What happened?”

Lem: ”Well a thief came in to rob a bank. I drew my gun. I told him that if he took one more step, I’d let him have it.”

Clem: ”What did thief do then?”

Lem: ”He took one more step so I let him have it. I didn’t want that stupid gun anyhow!”

A hardworking female executive dies and meets St. Peter at the pearly gates and he says, “You’ve shown an outstanding aptitude for making business decisions. Choose whether you will go to heaven or to hell.”

“I don’t know!” she flounders.

“Tell you what,” St. Peter says, “You can have 24 hours in heaven and 24 hours in hell. Then you have to decide where to spend eternity.”

“Okay then,” she says. “I’ll start with heaven since I’m here already.”

She goes in the pearly gates and makes some acquaintances. They have a nice walk among beautiful gardens. They have a nice quiet lunch. They have a nice stroll along a pristine, white, sandy beach looking out on brilliant blue ocean. At the end of the day she is shown to a nice room, and has a quiet meal on the balcony, looking out over the setting sun and the ocean. She marvels at the scenic beauty of heaven.

The next morning, St. Peter takes her to the fiery gates of hell and hands her off to Satan.

Satan takes her to a power breakfast given in her honor. Then she is escorted to a tennis club where she is greeted by her old boss, some co-workers, and previous business acquaintances. She plays a few sets of tennis and catches up on the gossip. At lunchtime her old boss takes her to a gourmet restaurant and she has an excellent meal with vintage wine.

After lunch he takes her to an exclusive golf course and they play 18 holes of golf. She runs into other business acquaintances and catches up on news and gossip.

After golf, he drops her at a spa where she is pampered and spoiled by beauty and body treatments. When she is finished at the spa, an acquaintance takes her shopping at designer stores. She picks out a fabulous evening gown, and Satan himself takes her to a huge party with drinking, dancing, gourmet food, and famous people.

At the end of the evening, a stretch limo drops her off at a five-star hotel. As she soaks in the Jacuzzi tub, and sips the complimentary champagne, she ponders eternity.

The next morning, she meets St. Peter at the pearly gates.

“Well, have you made your decision?” He asks.

“I’ve decided on hell,” she announces.

“So be it.” St Peter waves goodbye and she reappears before the fiery gates of hell.

Once inside she is teamed up with her old boss again, only this time everyone is wearing rags. They are filthy, diseased, malnourished, and living in a barren desert. They have to scrounge for food, water, clothing, even shade.

“What happened!?!” She exclaimed.

“Well,” said her boss, “Yesterday you were a recruit. Today you are staff.”

A keen country lad applied for a salesman’s job at a city department store. In fact it was the biggest store in the world - you could get anything there. The boss asked him, "Have you ever been a salesman before?"

Yes, I was a salesman in the country" said the lad. The boss liked the cut of  him and said, "You can start tomorrow and I’ll come and see you when we close up."

The day was long and arduous for the young man, but finally 5 o’clock came around. The boss duly fronted up and asked, "How many sales did you make today?"

"One," said the young salesman.

"Only one?" blurted the boss, "most of my staff make 20 or 30 sales a day. How much was the sale worth?"

"Three hundred thousand dollars," said the young man.

"How did you manage that?" asked the flabbergasted boss.

"Well," said the salesman "this man came in and I sold him a small fish hook, then a medium hook and finally a really large hook. Then I sold him a small fishing line, a medium one and a huge big one. I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast.

I said he would probably need a boat, so I took him down to the boat department and sold him that twenty foot schooner with the twin engines. Then he said his Volkswagen probably wouldn’t be able to pull it, so I took him to the car department and sold him the new Deluxe Cruiser."

The boss took two steps back and asked in astonishment, "You sold all that to a guy who came in for a fish hook?"

"No," answered the salesman "He came in to buy a box of Tampons for his wife and I said to him, ‘Your weekend’s shot, you may as well go fishing.’"

This is a true story from the WordPerfect helpline. Needless to say, the help desk employee was fired; however, he/she is currently suing the Word Perfect organization for "Termination without Cause."

Actual dialogue of a former WordPerfect Customer Support employee with a caller:

"Ridge Hall computer assistant; may I help you?"

"Yes, well, I’m having trouble with WordPerfect."

"What sort of trouble?"

"Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."

"Went away?"

"They disappeared."

"Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"It’s blank; it won’t accept anything when I type."

"Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?"

"How do I tell?"

"Can you see the C: prompt on the screen?"

"What’s a sea-prompt?"

"Never mind. Can you move the cursor around on the screen?"

"There isn’t any cursor, I told you, it won’t accept anything I type."

"Does your monitor have a power indicator?"

"What’s a monitor?"

"It’s the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV.  Does it have a little light that tells you when it’s on?"

"I don’t know."

"Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it’s plugged into the wall."

"…….Yes, it is."

"When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?"

"No."

"Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable."

"…….Okay, here it is."

"Follow it for me, and tell me if it’s plugged securely into the back of your computer."

"I can’t reach."

"Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is?"

"No."

"Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?"

"Oh, it’s not because I don’t have the right angle - it’s because it’s dark."

"Dark?"

"Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in  from the window."

"Well, turn on the office light then."

"I can’t."

"No? Why not?"

"Because there’s a power outage."

"A power… A power outage? Ah, Okay, we’ve got it licked now. Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in?"

"Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."

"Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from."

"Really? Is it that bad?"

"Yes, I’m afraid it is."

"Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them?"

"Tell them you’re too stupid to own a computer."

Run one lap around the office at top speed
Groan out loud in the bathroom cubicle (at least one other ‘no-player’must be in the bathroom at the time)
Ignore the first five people who say ‘good morning’ to you
Phone someone in the office you barely know, leave your name and say "Just called to say I can’t talk right now. Bye"
To signal the end of a conversation, clamp your hands over your ears and grimace.
When someone hands you a piece of paper, finger it, and whisper huskily,"Mmmmmmm, that feels soooooo good!"
Leave your zipper open for one hour. If anyone points it out, say, "Sorry, I really prefer it this way"
Walk sideways to the photocopier.
While riding an elevator, gasp dramatically every time the doors open.

    THREE-POINT GAGS

Say to your boss, "I like your style" and shoot him with double-barrelled fingers
Babble incoherently at a fellow employee then ask "Did you get all that, I don’t want to have to repeat it"
Page yourself over the intercom (do not disguise your voice)
Kneel in front of the water cooler and drink directly from the nozzle (there must be a ‘non-player’ within sight).
Shout random numbers while someone is counting.

    FIVE POINT GAGS

At the end of a meeting, suggest that, for once, it would be nice to conclude with the singing of the national anthem (extra points if you actually launch into it yourself).
Walk into a very busy person’s office and while they watch you with growing irritation, turn the light switch on/off 10 times.
For an hour, refer to everyone you speak to as ‘Bob’.
Announce to everyone in a meeting that you "really have to go do number two".
After every sentence, say ‘mon’ in a really bad Jamacian accent.
As in, "the report’s on your desk, mon". Keep this up for one hour.
While an office mate is out, move their chair into the elevator.
In a meeting or crowded situation, slap your forehead repeatedly and mutter, "Shut up, damm it, all of you just shut up!"
At lunchtime, get down on your knees and announce "As God is my witness, I’ll never go hungry again".
In a colleagues diary, write in 10am: "See how I look in tights".
Carry your keyboard over to your colleague and ask "You wanna trade?"
Repeat the following conversation 10 times to the same person: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, it’s gone now"
Come to work in army fatigues and when asked why, say, "I can’t talk  about it"
Posing as a maitre d’, call a colleague and tell him he’s won a lunch for four at a local resturant. Let him go.
Speak with an accent (French, German, Porky Pig, etc) during a very important conference call.
Find the vacuum and start vacuuming around your desk.
Hang a two-foot long piece of toilet roll from the back of your pants and act genuinely surprised when someone points it out.
Rollerblade around the floor throwing sweets

1) Page yourself over the intercom.  Don’t disguise your voice.

2) Find out where your boss shops and buy exactly the same outfits. Wear them one day after your boss does. This is especially effective if your boss is a different gender than you.

3) Make up nicknames for all your co-workers and refer to them only by these names.  "That’s a good point, Sparky." "No, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to disagree with you there, Chachie."

4) Send e-mail to the rest of the company telling them exactly what you’re doing.  For example: "If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the bathroom."

5) Hi-Lite your shoes.  Tell people you haven’t lost them as often since you did this.

6) While sitting at your desk, soak your fingers in Palmolive. Call everyone Madge.

7) Hang mosquito netting around your cubicle.  When you emerge to get coffee, a printout, or whatever, slap yourself at random the whole way.

Put a chair facing a printer.  Sit there all day and tell people you’re waiting for your document.

9) Every time someone asks you to do something, anything, ask him or her if they want fries with that.

10) Send e-mail back and forth to yourself, engaging yourself in an intellectual debate. Forward the mail to a co-worker and ask her to settle the disagreement.

11) Encourage your colleagues to join you in a little synchronized chair-dancing.

12) Put your trash can on your desk.  Label it "IN".

13) Feign an unnatural and hysterical fear of staplers.

14) Send e-mail messages saying there’s free pizza, donuts, or cake in the lunchroom.  When people drift back to work complaining that they found none, lean back, pat your stomach, and say, "Oh you’ve got to be faster than that."

15) Put decaf in the coffeemaker for three weeks. Once everyone has withdrawn from caffeine addiction, switch to espresso.

A boss tells his new employee, “I’ll give you 8 bucks an hour starting today and in three months, I’ll raise it to 10 bucks an hour. So when would you like to start?”

”In 3 months.”

"COMPETITIVE SALARY" 
We remain competitive by paying less than our competitors.

"JOIN OUR FAST-PACED COMPANY" 
We have no time to train you.

"CASUAL WORK ATMOSPHERE" 
We don’t pay enough to expect that you’ll dress up.

"MUST BE DEADLINE-ORIENTED" 
You’ll be six months behind schedule on your first day.

"SOME OVERTIME REQUIRED" 
Some time each night and some time each weekend.

"DUTIES WILL VARY" 
Anyone in the office can boss you around.

"MUST HAVE AN EYE FOR DETAIL" 
We have no quality control.

"CAREER-MINDED" 
Female Applicants must be childless (and remain that way).

"APPLY IN PERSON" 
If you’re old, fat or ugly you’ll be told the position has been filled.

"NO PHONE CALLS PLEASE" 
We’ve filled the job; our call for resumes is just a legal formality.

"SEEKING CANDIDATES WITH A WIDE VARIETY OF EXPERIENCE" 
You’ll need it to replace three people who just left.

"PROBLEM-SOLVING SKILLS A MUST" 
You’re walking into a company in perpetual chaos.

"REQUIRES TEAM LEADERSHIP SKILLS" 
You’ll have the responsibilities of a manager, without the pay or respect.

"GOOD COMMUNICATION SKILLS" 
Management communicates, you listen, figure out what they want and do it.

Boss (to the new employee): We are very keen on cleanliness. Did you wipe your feet on the mat as you came in?

New employee: Yes, sir.

Boss: We are also keen on truthfulness. There is no mat.