Santa Singh, woke up after the annual office Diwali bash
party with a pounding headache, cotton-mouthed and utterly
unable to recall the events of the preceding evening.
After a trip to the bathroom, he made his way downstairs,
where his wife put some breakfast in front of him.
'Jaswinder' he moaned, 'tell me what happened last night.
Was it as bad as I think?'
'Even worse,' she said, her voice oozing scorn. 'You made
a complete ass of yourself. You succeeded in antagonising
the entire board of directors and you insulted the president
of the company, right to his face.'
'He's an asshole,' Santa Singh said. 'Piss on him.'
'You did,' came the reply. 'And he fired you.'
'Well, screw him!' said Santa Singh.
'I did. You're back at work on Monday.'
party with a pounding headache, cotton-mouthed and utterly
unable to recall the events of the preceding evening.
After a trip to the bathroom, he made his way downstairs,
where his wife put some breakfast in front of him.
'Jaswinder' he moaned, 'tell me what happened last night.
Was it as bad as I think?'
'Even worse,' she said, her voice oozing scorn. 'You made
a complete ass of yourself. You succeeded in antagonising
the entire board of directors and you insulted the president
of the company, right to his face.'
'He's an asshole,' Santa Singh said. 'Piss on him.'
'You did,' came the reply. 'And he fired you.'
'Well, screw him!' said Santa Singh.
'I did. You're back at work on Monday.'
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