wayfarer
26th January 2008, 10:56 PM
A bloke goes into the Job Centre in Brisbane and sees a card advertising for a Gynaecologist'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 gynaecologist."
"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 gynaecologist's examination."
"There's an annual salary of $85,000, but you're going to have to go to Darwin."
"Oh, why, is that where the job's at ?" he asks.
"No," replied the assistant, "that's the end of the queue."
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 gynaecologist."
"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 gynaecologist's examination."
"There's an annual salary of $85,000, but you're going to have to go to Darwin."
"Oh, why, is that where the job's at ?" he asks.
"No," replied the assistant, "that's the end of the queue."