Joe, the CEO’s most trusted assistant, died
sleep one night. The CEO had depended on Joe for
advice on every subject, from sending memos to
In addition, Joe had been his closest friend.
was understandable that the CEO didn’t take kindly
to the droves of ambitious job seekers who wanted
“They don’t even have the decency to wait
man is buried,” the CEO muttered.
At the funeral, one eager beaver made his
way to the
CEO’s side. “Sir,” the man said, “is there a chance
that I could take Joe’s place?”
“Certainly,” the CEO replied. “But you’d
I think the undertaker is almost finished.”
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