INTEROFFICE MEMO Subject: Special High Intensity Training In order to assure the highest levels of quality work and productivity from employees, it will be our policy to keep all employees well trained through our program of SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (S.H.I.T.). We are trying to give employees more S.H.I.T. than anyone else. If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T. on the job, please see your manager. You will be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T. list, and our managers are especially skilled at seeing that you get all the S.H.I.T. that you can handle. Employees who don't take their S.H.I.T. will be placed in DEPARTMENTAL EMPLOYEES EVALUATION PROGRAMS (

Dad to his family: The phone bill is exceptionally high. You have to limit its use. I don't use this telephone. I use the one a the office. Mum: Same here, I hardly use this phone as I use my work telephone. Son: Me too, I never use the home telephone. I always use my company mobile. Maid: So what's the problem? We all use our work telephones!

Just in case you are having a rough day, here is a stress management technique recommended in all the latest psychological journals. The funny thing is that it really does work and will make you smile . . . 1. Picture yourself lying on your belly on a warm rock that hangs out over a crystal clear stream. 2. Picture yourself with both your hands dangling in the cool running water. 3. Birds are sweetly singing in the cool mountain air. 4. No one knows your secret place. 5. You are in total seclusion from that hectic place called "the world." 6. The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity. 7. The water is so clear that you can easily make out the fac

A Martian lands to plunder, pillage and burn. He goes up to the owner of the first house he sees and says, "I'm a Martian just arrived from the other side of the galaxy. We're here to destroy your civilisation, pillage and burn. What do you think about that?" The owner replies, "I don't have an opinion. I'm a chartered accountant."

What do accountants suffer from that ordinary people don't? Depreciation.

Customer: "Look! My friend told me I could get this type of hammer at your store! Now go get it for me!" Cashier: "Sir, I already told you... we don't have ANY hammers back here that aren't already stocked on the shelves." Customer: "LOOK HERE. F**K YOU! I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING TO SAVE MONEY BY SWITCHING OUT YOUR STOCKS! GET ME THIS HAMMER!" (At this point, I come to the front of the store, overhearing what's going on; note that I'm the manager.) Me: "Is there a problem?" Customer: "Yes sir! Your employee here is not doing what I tell her to!" Me: "Well, you need to calm down and understand that we don't have what you're looking for. So maybe you should go back to shelves and check–" C

You've Got The Wrong(est) Number (Note: our customer support number is close to a local driving school's number.) Me: "Thank you for calling. How may I help you?" Customer: "How much for my daughter?" Me: "Um..." Customer: "She's 16. It's her first time. She needs training." Me: "Sir, I think you want the driving school." Customer: "Oh, what do you guys do?" Me: "Adult websites." Customer: "Oh...OH! Oh my God!"

(A teen approaches my cash register very slowly.) Me: "Can I help you?" Customer: "Gimme all the f***ing medicine!" (The teen pulls out an airsoft pistol with orange tip still glued to the front.) Me: "The pharmacy is in the back of the store." Customer: "Oh...okay." (He holsters the air-soft gun in his belt and darts down the aisles to the back of the store. My manager comes out of the back room because of the commotion.) Manager: "Who was that?" Me: "Some kid looking for drugs. He went back to the pharmacy." Manager: "Why didn't you call the police?" (The teen runs screaming from the back of the store out of the front door followed closely by the pharmacy technician, a 35 year ol

(It's Halloween, and I'm dressed up as a vampire and wearing a pentacle necklace. The crew is planning on going out after work for a party.) Me: "Did you find everything you needed tonight?" Customer: "Yes, thank you. Can I just say that I think it was very nice of them to let you all dress up for tonight? I really like what you have on." Me: "Thank you, ma'am." Customer: "But don't you think you took it a little too far?" Me: "Uh... took what too far?" Customer: "Well I understand that you're supposed to be some type of vampire, but don't you think that necklace is taking it too far?" Me: "Oh, that. That's not part of my costume, I always wear that." Customer: *loudly* "Well if you

Employee: *making out a rain check* "Okay, so I'm just going to look on the computer and check if any other locations have this item." Nice customer: "Okay, thanks." Angry customer: "Stop f***ing socializing and do your g**d*** job!" Employee: "Sir, please don't be abusive, I'm just checking our other loc-" Angry customer: "I don't care! DO YOUR JOB!" (At this point, the angry customer moves toward the counter in a very threatening way. The customer behind HIM, a super-fit guy in a UFC jacket, steps in. Mr. UFC grabs the angry customer in a CHOKE HOLD and drags him outside, followed quickly by management, and to the applause of the staff and customers inside the store.) (The angry cust

(Often I enter the beer cooler with shorts, a t-shirt and some rubber-hand work gloves on.) Me: *walks out of the cooler* Customer: "Are you f***ing insane? It's freezing in there. Me: "I don't mind it." Customer: "That's bulls***! You know it's cold. Why would you lie to me?" Me: "Excuse me? I'm pretty sure I know my own tolerance and I'm working so I get a bit warm, even in there." Customer: "WARM!? In a COOLER!? You're a G**D*** LIAR! How can you be WARM in THERE!" Me: "I'm Canadian, and ever since my igloo melted I only feel at home in there." Customer: "Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry for your loss."

Me: "Sir, would you like to use any coupons today?" Customer: "Yes, I've been saving them. Here you go!" (He hands me a coupon that had expired five years previously.) Me: "Sir, your coupon is expired." Customer: "WHAT?! What do you mean its expired? You f***ing b****, you're just trying to steal my f***ing money! You're trying to rob me! You and this f***ing company are trying to steal my f***ing money!" (The customer attempts to climb over the counter and attack me. Thankfully, my manager intercepts him.) Manager: "Sir, I need you to come with me." (My manager hauls the customer off counter by the back of his collar and drags him outside. Ten minutes pass, and he comes back in hauli