jow104
5th January 2009, 07:20 PM
A bloke goes into the Job Centre in Brisbane and sees a card advertising for a Gynaecologist's Assistant.
'Can you give me some more details about this?' he asks the girl behind the desk.
The Job Centre Assistant sorts through her files and replies.
'Oh, yes, here it is. OK, the job entails you getting patients ready for the gynaecologist.'
'You have to help the ladies out of their clothes and underwear, lie them down and gently 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 a starting annual salary of $85,000, but you're going to have to go to Darwin '
'Oh, why? Is that where the job is?' he asks.
'No,' replied the assistant, 'that's the end of the queue.'
'Can you give me some more details about this?' he asks the girl behind the desk.
The Job Centre Assistant sorts through her files and replies.
'Oh, yes, here it is. OK, the job entails you getting patients ready for the gynaecologist.'
'You have to help the ladies out of their clothes and underwear, lie them down and gently 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 a starting annual salary of $85,000, but you're going to have to go to Darwin '
'Oh, why? Is that where the job is?' he asks.
'No,' replied the assistant, 'that's the end of the queue.'