Why I fired my secretary.
Two weeks ago was my 35th birthday and I wasn't feeling too hot that
morning anyway. I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be
pleasant and say "Happy Birthday" and probably have a present for me. Forget "Happy Birthday", She didn't even say "Good Morning".
I thought, "Well, that's wives for you, the children will
remember." Children came in to breakfast and didn't say a word.
I started to the office I was feeling pretty low. As I walked into my
office my secretary, Janet, said, "Good morning, boss. Happy
Birthday."
And I felt a little better; someone had remembered.
I worked until noon. Then, Janet knocked on my door and said, "You
know,
it's such a beautiful day outside and it's your birthday, let's go
to
lunch, just you and me."
I said, " That's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go."
We went
to lunch. We didn't go where we normally go; we went out to the
country
to
a little private place. We had two martinis and enjoyed lunch tremendously.
On the way back to the office, she said, "You know, it's such a beautiful
day. We don't need to go back to the office, do we?"
I said, "No, I guess not."
She said, "Let's go to my apartment." After arriving at her
apartment
she
said, "Boss, if you don't mind, I think I'll go change."
"Sure," I excitedly replied.
She went into the bedroom and, in about six minutes, she came out
carrying a big birthday cake, followed by my wife, children, and dozens of our friends, all singing Happy Birthday.
And there I sat...on the couch...naked.