Joe, the CEO's most trusted assistant, died in his sleep one night. The CEO had depended on Joe for advice on every subject, from sending memos to wardrobe decisions. In addition, Joe had been his closest friend.
So, it was understandable that the CEO didn't take kindly to the droves of ambitious job seekers who wanted Joe's job. "They don't even have the decency to wait until the man is buried," the CEO muttered.
At the funeral, one eager beaver made his way to the CEO's side. "Sir," the man said, "is there a chance that I could take Joe's place?"
"Certainly," the CEO replied. "But you'd better hurry. I think the undertaker is almost finished."
So, it was understandable that the CEO didn't take kindly to the droves of ambitious job seekers who wanted Joe's job. "They don't even have the decency to wait until the man is buried," the CEO muttered.
At the funeral, one eager beaver made his way to the CEO's side. "Sir," the man said, "is there a chance that I could take Joe's place?"
"Certainly," the CEO replied. "But you'd better hurry. I think the undertaker is almost finished."