If you think I am Independently Wealthy, you are not thinking correctly. If I were Independently Wealthy I would not have to work at a Part-Time Job Cleaning Windows of High-Rise Office Buildings.
Having to work at a Part-Time Job is the sad part. The Bright Side is my Part-Time Job recently caused me to stumble onto a new Blog Posting...
Ø I usually try to look into the buildings I am cleaning because looking down can be unsettling.
Ø A few days ago I was looking in when I saw this Chairman of the Board of Directors of this major corporation sitting in his Big Chair with his head in his hands as the last members of the Board were filing out of the Board Room.
Ø All of them (the Big Guy and his departing Board Members) appeared to be crying.
My heart skipped a beat as I saw the Big Guy reach into his alligator hide brief case and take out a gun and put it to his crying head. I knew at once that I might be the only thing between the Big Guy and the Front Page of the next day’s newspaper, so I sprang into action.
I opened the window and jumped inside as fast as I could and said in my most soothing tone, “Let’s not be hasty, Mr. Big Cheese. It can’t be that bad. Can we talk?”
At first he was taken aback and he seemed to be wondering where I had come from but he was probably relieved that I had come from wherever I had come from because he put the gun back in his brief case and he began to tell me what his problem was...
Ø He said had been the driving force behind his company developing a drug that was proven to cure all forms of cancer.
Ø It was so powerful that it required only one single pill to make the pill taker cancer free for the rest of his life.
Ø There was no doubt it worked and it had absolutely No Debilitating Side Effects.
Ø His company had spent all of its capital developing this drug and, with the decision not to go to market that his Board of Directors had just made, the company was now certain to go bankrupt.
I expressed my shock and awe at what I had just been told and asked if he did not have the power to change his Board’s Minds.
He said he could not because he agreed with the decision to scrub the entire project. He went on to say he actually was the one who had made the motion to the Board to cancel the project.
I got all shocked and awed all over again and begged him to help me to understand. He then began to tell me The Rest of the Story. I think the fact that the Late Paul Harvey had just climbed in the window behind me made him want to go on. (Paul often helps me wash windows because he does not have a lot to do since he got to be dead.)
He then told us everything(I was really glad he talked in Bullet Points because they are so easy to understand)...
Ø He asked us to think about all those TV Drug Commercials we all see every day on TV.
Ø Every one of those drugs has an ungodly long list if Debilitating Side Effects that take up the majority of their commercials.
Ø He said the American Dying Public is accustomed to seeing those Debilitating Side Effects and will never accept and believe in a drug that does not have any Debilitating Side Effects.
Ø The Debilitating Side Effects are what makes the commercials believable.
Ø His company had made the unconscionable decision to invent a drug that was not going to make the pill-takers sick and, without the ability to attribute a single Debilitating Side Effect (like Sudden Death), there is no way their drug could be a commercial success.
Ø The Fatal Flaw of their Cancer Curing Pill was it only Cured Cancer.
He summed up his despair by saying, “Heck, it does not even have to be taken at mealtime!”
Paul and I saw that there was nothing we could say to him that would help him in the slightest, so we climbed out the window and got back to work.
By the time we had lowered ourselves to the next floor we heard a gunshot from above. We certainly felt badly for him but we were at peace because there really was nothing we could have done to help him. His situation was truly hopeless.
Would I kid u?
Smartfella
1 comment:
True story?
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