Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover, He's A Real Don Juan With The Ladies

Circumstances beyond my control placed me working for 'the thinker'. The thinker is a man who cannot say yes or no. I asked him what I should do with this box in my office, it says Hassan. Well, you know Hassan was Egyptian, he was a bookkeeper. The funny thing is, he prepared worksheets from right to left. Do you know why?

I admitted I had no idea. Egyptians are Arabs, they write right to left. See you learned something.

What should I do with it? Excuse me, why are you asking? It's in my office, under the desk. It's over twenty years old, the policy is to destroy unnecessary files after three years. Well, if it's in your office it must be Important.

I showed him a couple of files, they were in Arabic. Well what do you, emphasize 'you', want to do? Send them to the shredder, get them out of my office. Hm, ok, but keep a copy.

This is an example. I married him, with the full history of why the woman is given away, the real reason a ring is put on your finger, why you take his name, you are successful once you produce children, and why the wife prepares the meals and serves her family. If you want answers to these you have to ask him.

He is a critical thinker, heads up the strategic planning office, has his own 'groupies', all female, who wish upon wishes he would have picked them instead of me.