Social work in the naughties!

I am afraid that I cannot attribute this little story either, as it was sent to me in memory of the place I used to work and a profession I once practised.

A guy walks into the local welfare office for his fortnightly cheque. (The computer system having failed - AGAIN!)

He marches straight up to the counter and says, "Hi, you know, I just HATE coming in here drawing welfare month after month. I'd really much rather have a job."

The social worker (who just happened to be) behind the counter says, "Your timing is excellent.

We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur cum bodyguard for his nymphomaniac daughter.

You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes, but he'll supply all of your clothes.

Because of the long hours, meals will be provided.

You'll be expected to escort her on her overseas holiday trips.

You'll have a two-bedroom apartment above the garage.

The starting salary is $200,000 a year."

The guy says, "You're bullshitting me!"

The social worker says, "Yeah, well, you started it."

HAPPY NEW YEAR!