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Posted by Freddy on Sunday, November 18, 2012 | Permalink
Reminds me of this...
Patient: "Doc, did you figure out what was wrong?"
Doctor: "Yes. You have McLufkin's Syndrome. The good news is that the treatments are simple and 100% effective. I assure you I can cure you fully. The bad news is they're also very expensive."
Patient: "I'm just a wage-earner, Doc. I don't exactly have $20,000 sitting in the bank."
Doctor: "Don't worry about it. I would be violating the Hippocratic Oath if I refused to treat a curable condition just because of that. My office offers a very easy payment plan, where you can pay in monthly installments over time. And I'll begin curing the condition today."
Patient: "Oh, I see. The payment plan is kind of like buying a car."
Doctor: "Yes, I am."
The Last Archimedean |
Sunday, November 18, 2012 at 11:23 PM
Yay for the corporate version of capitolism! Where the basic concepts of capitolism have been twisted until they in no way resemble capitolism!
Monday, November 19, 2012 at 12:19 AM
Funny story. Hope this person enjoys unemployment when someone from the company sees this fb post.
Monday, November 19, 2012 at 04:13 AM
@Chicajojobe- As far as I can see, it doesn't violate any of the "normal" policies regarding social media. No cussing, no badmouthing the job, etc.
Monday, November 19, 2012 at 05:52 AM
Plus, no mention of keying the word "DICK" into the side of the nice new car.
NC Tony |
Monday, November 19, 2012 at 02:05 PM
I had a day somewhat similar to this. The day I was informed that my hours were being cut in half due to the downturn in the economy, my boss spent half the day standing at my desk bitching about how the new leather ottoman they had purchased, from the same company, from the same line, didn't exactly match the color of the rest of their new leather living room set.
Monday, November 19, 2012 at 05:25 PM
@Nobody how on earth did you manage to keep from stabbing that bastard with anything in reach?
Monday, November 19, 2012 at 11:44 PM
And at that point I would have tossed the boss out the plate glass window. You might not be able to break the safety glass, but you CAN break the seal around it that holds it in place!
Bitch Boy |
Tuesday, November 20, 2012 at 02:05 PM
By gritting my teeth and repeating to myself "it could be worse, it could be worse" over and over. Boss made a point of starting by saying "we were going to let you go entirely" before dropping the bomb. And they let me keep my health insurance without paying extra, which was huge for me. When I was living paycheck to paycheck, before the cut, I would have been annoyed by that much whining over a piece of furniture. That day I was ready to hurt someone.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012 at 08:05 PM
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