Thursday, January 29, 2009

I hope you do not hate your job ? ? ?

 


Read on . . .

 


When you have an 'I Hate My Job day'  (Even if you're retired, you sometimes have those days) Try this out:

On your way home from work, stop at your pharmacy and go to the thermometer section and purchase a rectal thermometer made by Johnson &Johnson. Be very sure you get this brand.

When you get home, lock your doors, draw the curtains and disconnect the phone so you will not be disturbed.

Change into very comfortable clothing and sit in your favorite chair. Open the package and remove the thermometer. Now, carefully place it on a table or a surface so that it will not become chipped or broken.

Now the fun part begins. Take out the literature from the box and read it carefully.

You will notice that in small print there is a statement:  'Every Rectal Thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson is personally tested and then sanitized',

Now, close your eyes and repeat out loud five times, 'I am so glad I do not working the thermometer quality control department at Johnson & Johnson.'

HAVE A NICE DAY; AND REMEMBER, THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE WITH A JOB THAT IS MORE OF A PAIN IN THE ASS THAN YOURS! ..........

Remember, if you haven't got a smile on your face and laughter in your heart... Then you are just an old sour fart; maybe you should go and work for Johnson & Johnson!!!


Monday, January 19, 2009

mmm...



  " Whatever Mind Conceives and Intellect Believes, MAN will Definitely Achieve " 

                       "Do Not Rent Out Space in Mind to Others" 

Sack Lunches

very interesting read and is makes one wonder, we crib so much about the luxuries, opportunities, career, love, friends and what not that we have in and what we have missed, but the soldiers out there in the cold and heat, are waiting to sacrifice their lives for us "the selfish". How can we re-pay, gotta think....

to the story now:

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat.  It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read and perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought.
 
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me.  I decided to start a conversation. ‘Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
 
'Petawawa.  We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan.
 
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars.  It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time….
 
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch.  'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch.  Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks.  I'll wait till we get to base  '
 
His friend  agreed.
 
I looked around at the other soldiers.  None were buying lunch.  I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill.  'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.'  She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly.  Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
 
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated.   She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?'
 
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked.  She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. 'This is yours with thanks.'
 
After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room.  A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did.  I want to be part of it.  Here, take this.'  He handed me twenty-five dollars.
 
Soon after I  returned to my seat, I saw the Aircraft Pilot coming down the aisle, looking  at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but  noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand.  With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch.  It was an act of kindness I never forgot.'  I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.
 
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs.  A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine.  He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
 
When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane.  Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word.  Another twenty-five dollars!
 
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base.  I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich.  God Bless You.'
 
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.   As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return.  These soldiers were giving their all for our country.  I could only give them a couple of meals.
 
It seemed so little…
 
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to his country for an amount of ‘up to and including my life.'
 
That is Honor, and there are way too many people who no longer understand it.