Monday 5 April 2010

Job Stress

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.

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