Dear Winifred; Nov. 27

Advice (NOT good!) column

Warning; advice given is NOT politically correct!

     "Dear Winifred; I work for the worst boss ever, yet I'm afraid to say anything to her--err--them.  She'll--err--they'll bite my head off for no reason.  I try to make her--err--them happy, but this wom--err--they are never happy.  No matter what I do, it's wrong.  What do you suggest?  Signed Peon."

 

 

     "Dear Peon, I suggest you pull your head out and quit being dumber than something dumb.  It sounds to me like your boss has put up with your incompetence for far too long.  It's hard enough to find competent help in today's workplace without having to wade through the moron-chaff to find someone halfway decent who can follow directions.  Is that too much to ask, Bernice?  Winifred."

 

     "Dear Winifred, this is Peon, not Bernice."

 

     "Oh, pardon me, I could have sworn with this whiny, whoa-is-me; my boss is a blow-hole of negativity, you were Bernice."

 

     "Nope, I'm Peon."

 

     "Right; whatever you say!"

 

        

Reviews

[Marie]

Doesn't sound as if Bernice--err--Peon has miuch reason to count her blessings. And I wonder if Winifred is gointo spend tomorrow complaining to God about her misfortunes...?

[Michael Stevens]

Well, she'll complain to SOMEONE; it's what she does!