Chap goes to see his doctor, complaining of job-related stress. The doctor asks him what he does for a living.
'I'm a tomato grader,' he replies. Doctor is somewhat puzzled, and asks:
'Tell me about the job of a tomato grader - what do you have to do?'
'Well, the tomatoes come past me on a carrier belt, and I have to sort them into first grade, second grade, and rejects.'
'Forgive me,' says the doctor, 'but I can't see what's stressful about that?'
'Well, doctor, it's decisions, decisions, decisions all day long ...'
Enjoy,
Valerie.
Monday, 5 April 2010
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