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Swedish business consultant Ulf af Trolle labored 11 years on a book about Swedish economic solutions.
He took the 175-page manuscript to be copied, only to have it reduced to 25,000 strips of paper in seconds when a worker confused the copier with the shredder.
My neighbor works in the operations department in the central office of a large bank. Employees in the field call him when they have problems with their computers. One night he got a call from a woman in one of the branch banks who had this question: "I've got smoke coming from the back of my terminal. Do you guys have a fire downtown?"
During a break on a North Dakota office building project, one of the construction workers approached Pyle.
"Ah heard the boys is gonna strike," he said.
"What fer?" asked Pyle.
"Shorter hours."
"Good fer them!" said the redneck. "Ah always did think sixty minutes was too long fer an hour!"
Did you hear about the idiot who filled out an employment application?
In the blank labeled "Church Preference" he filled in: Red brick.
Did you hear about the Brooklyn bubblebrain who was two hours late for work because the escalator got stuck?
Did you hear about the Puerto Rican secretary who was getting so experienced she could type twenty mistakes a minute?
Did you hear about the Mexican bricklayer who went crazy trying to lay a cornerstone in a roundhouse.
Tyfus applied for a job in a factory.
The company doctor who was giving him a physical asked, "Have your eyes ever been checked?"
"No," said the worker.
"They've always been brown."
Edney and Cole, two Ohio Edison electrical repairmen, were working on a blown house circuit.
"Hey, Cole!" said Edney. "See those two wires?"
"Sure," Cole answered.
"Now just grab one of them."
Cole grabbed one of the wires.
"Feel anything?" asked his partner.
"Not a thing," answered Cole.
"Good!" said Edney. "Don't touch the other one or you'll drop dead!"
Guidry called in Plotke, the painter, for an estimate to paint his house.
"How much you gonna charge me?" asked Guidry.
"Twenty dollars an hour," replied Plotke.
"Good Lord!" exclaimed the home owner. "I wouldn't pay Michelangelo that price!"
"I tell you one thing, mister," said the painter. "If that guy you mentioned is doin' the job for less, he ain't no member of our union!"
