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very important that a manager of a famous multinational computer had a heart attack because of work. Was discharged and sent to the field in order to regain your strength and relax a little.
After spending 2 days doing nothing, the man was tired of bucolic and pastoral life, and supremely bored. So I decided to talk to the farmer and ask him some task staying Sencillito to hang out and take the time to time and to get some exercise.
The next day they rose early, before sunrise. The farmer, who knows the idiosyncrasies of the city people, and fearing some irreparable mess, decided to assign simple tasks in which pdiera not cause any damage (including himself).
'The task is very simple. " - Said the farmer, giving him a shovel - 'Just pick up the manure that is in the pig sty and distribute the seed to pay it. When finished come to me. "
The farmer owned more than two hundred pigs, and the manure is piled to the height of the knee. So the man believed that the task manager would take 2 to 3 days.
What was his surprise, when after three hours the manager appeared, full of manure up to his ears, smiling and happy face saying 'I'm done. " Seeing that in fact the task was completed, and also effectively the farmer decided to allocate another.
'Good. You have to sacrifice some chickens tomorrow have to pick up the carnage. Just cut off their heads. " Said giving him a huge knife - 'It's a bit more complicated, but it sure can. " There were more than 1500 chickens for slaughter, and assumed that the manager does not end until well into the night. Even thought of more help pick up on when finished planting. Barely a couple of hours when the manager came before him, with all the clothes and faces stained with blood, the knife nicked, and smiling like a child on the day of the Magi, saying again 'I'm done. ' The farmer could not get over his astonishment. Incredible! He himself used to the hard rural life, would not have done better: the 1500 chickens were piled on one side, and 1500 heads elsewhere.
The farmer scratched his head thoughtfully. It took the manager with a large pile of potatoes and said, 'Okay. Now we have to separate the potatoes. The big right and left small. " Thought the farmer who in less than an hour the manager would be back asking for more work. But it was not. He spent lunchtime, dinnertime, it was dark, and the manager did not appear. Believing that something would have happened, the scared farmer was where he had left the manager, and found him sitting at the same pile of potatoes, with no any separate.
- Is something wrong? - Asked in surprise.
- The manager came back with a potato in his hand and said,
Look, distribute beheading shit and it's something I'm quite used ... But, this decision-making ...!
After spending 2 days doing nothing, the man was tired of bucolic and pastoral life, and supremely bored. So I decided to talk to the farmer and ask him some task staying Sencillito to hang out and take the time to time and to get some exercise.
The next day they rose early, before sunrise. The farmer, who knows the idiosyncrasies of the city people, and fearing some irreparable mess, decided to assign simple tasks in which pdiera not cause any damage (including himself).
'The task is very simple. " - Said the farmer, giving him a shovel - 'Just pick up the manure that is in the pig sty and distribute the seed to pay it. When finished come to me. "
The farmer owned more than two hundred pigs, and the manure is piled to the height of the knee. So the man believed that the task manager would take 2 to 3 days.
What was his surprise, when after three hours the manager appeared, full of manure up to his ears, smiling and happy face saying 'I'm done. " Seeing that in fact the task was completed, and also effectively the farmer decided to allocate another.
'Good. You have to sacrifice some chickens tomorrow have to pick up the carnage. Just cut off their heads. " Said giving him a huge knife - 'It's a bit more complicated, but it sure can. " There were more than 1500 chickens for slaughter, and assumed that the manager does not end until well into the night. Even thought of more help pick up on when finished planting. Barely a couple of hours when the manager came before him, with all the clothes and faces stained with blood, the knife nicked, and smiling like a child on the day of the Magi, saying again 'I'm done. ' The farmer could not get over his astonishment. Incredible! He himself used to the hard rural life, would not have done better: the 1500 chickens were piled on one side, and 1500 heads elsewhere.
The farmer scratched his head thoughtfully. It took the manager with a large pile of potatoes and said, 'Okay. Now we have to separate the potatoes. The big right and left small. " Thought the farmer who in less than an hour the manager would be back asking for more work. But it was not. He spent lunchtime, dinnertime, it was dark, and the manager did not appear. Believing that something would have happened, the scared farmer was where he had left the manager, and found him sitting at the same pile of potatoes, with no any separate.
- Is something wrong? - Asked in surprise.
- The manager came back with a potato in his hand and said,
Look, distribute beheading shit and it's something I'm quite used ... But, this decision-making ...!
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