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Floridaboiler
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Location: Jacksonville, Florida
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 Posted: 04/13/04 - 18:57 Post subject: Uper Management Training
An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand and a
bucket of buffalo manure in the other. He says to the waiter, "Me want coffee."
The waiter says, "Sure chief, coming right up." He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee, and the Indian drinks it down in one gulp, picks up the bucket of manure, throws it into the air, blasts it with the shotgun, then just walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand and a bucket of buffalo manure in the other. He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter, "Me want coffee." The waiter says, "Whoa, Tonto. We're still cleaning up your mess from the last time you were here.
What the heck was all that about, anyway?"
The Indian smiles and proudly says, "Me training for upper management position: Come in, drink coffee, shoot poop, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day."
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andydp
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Location: Upstate NY near Albany
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Posted: 04/13/04 - 19:13 Post subject:
Another view of management...
Who Gets to be the Boss?
When the body was first made, all parts wanted to be boss...
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The Brain said, since I control everything and do all the work I should be boss.
The feet said, since I carry man where he wants to go and get him to do what the Brain wants, I should be boss.
The hands said, since I must do all the work and earn all the money to keep all the rest of you going, I should be boss.
The eyes said, since I must look out for all of you and tell you where danger lurks, I should be boss.
And so it went with the heart, the ears, and the lungs. Finally the A$$hole spoke up and demanded that he be boss. All the other parts laughed and laughed at the idea of an icehole being boss.
The A$$hole was so angered that he blocked himself off and refused to function. Soon the Brain was feverish, the Eyes crossed and ached, the Feet were too weak to walk, the Hands hung limply at his side, the Heart and Lungs struggled to keep going.
All pleaded with the Brain to relent and let the A$$hole be boss, and so it happened. All parts did the work and the A$$hole just bossed and passed out a lot of crap.
MORAL: You don't have to be a brain to be boss, just an a$$hole.
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