marty
29th February 2008, 20:50
A bloke goes into the Job Centre in Wellington and sees a card advertising for a Gynęcologist's Assistant. Interested, he goes to learn more. "Can you give me some more details about this?" he asks the man behind the desk.
The Job Centre assistant sorts through his files and replies, "Oh yes, here it is. OK, the job entails you getting patients ready for the gynęcologist. You have to help them out of their underwear, lie them down and wash their nether regions. Then apply shaving foam and shave off all their pubic hair, then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynęcologist's examination. There's an annual salary of $85,000, but you're going to have to go up to Auckland first."
The bloke asks, "Oh why? Is that where the job's at?"
The Job Centre assistant replies, "No. That's the end of the queue."
The Job Centre assistant sorts through his files and replies, "Oh yes, here it is. OK, the job entails you getting patients ready for the gynęcologist. You have to help them out of their underwear, lie them down and wash their nether regions. Then apply shaving foam and shave off all their pubic hair, then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynęcologist's examination. There's an annual salary of $85,000, but you're going to have to go up to Auckland first."
The bloke asks, "Oh why? Is that where the job's at?"
The Job Centre assistant replies, "No. That's the end of the queue."