Archive for April, 2013

Evil Boss #69

Posted in Humor with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 25, 2013 by Forrest Pasky

How to Respect Your Boss: Lesson 23

How to deal with your boss ignoring your emails

The fact that your boss rarely if ever responds to your emails

does not mean he is rude or arrogant

or even necessarily that he is an idiot.

It may merely mean that he is illiterate.

As this is not his fault, but a failure of our school system or possibly space

aliens. here is how you can deal with this situation tactfully.

First, to clear your mind of the long running resentment over this behavior

write a 3-page or longer scathing email on the subject.

The kind that they say you should always sit on and then after your anger

has subsided the next day delete rather than send.

In other words, the kind that if you have not heeded this advice

and emotionally sent you have regretted ever since.

Probably since your last job.

Go and check that his mother is not visiting.

These are probably the only days that has responded to your emails,

because his mother has read them to him.

If she is not visiting, you are safe to go ahead and send email.

You’ll feel a lot better and your soul will be cleansed.

Now that you have cleared your mind you are prepared to deal

with the fact that he is illiterate tactfully.

Hit him over the head with a big stick repeatedly.

Eventually, excuse yourself with the comment:

“My apologies, you are not a piñata.”

Evil Boss #83

Posted in Humor with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 4, 2013 by Forrest Pasky

Shipwrecked with My Boss


Evil Boss #84

Posted in Humor with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 3, 2013 by Forrest Pasky

The Brain Surgeon and the Rocket Scientist

It had been many years since we all had seen each other, so one

day I and my two best friends from childhood got together for lunch.

Tommy and Jimmy.

Tommy started talking about his career.

He was a brain surgeon.

Blah Blah Blah save lives.

Blah Blah Blah work of God.

Blah Blah Blah make a difference.

Man was Tommy arrogant.

Then it was Jimmy’s turn.

He was a rocket scientist.

Blah Blah Blah IQ of a genius.

Blah Blah Blah explore the universe.

Blah Blah Blah improve life for mankind.

When had Jimmy become an egomaniac?

Then it was my turn.

I manufacture and sell firearms.

I stood up.

And shot them.

I like to let my work speak for itself.