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<blockquote data-quote="Lalinda" data-source="post: 7941921" data-attributes="member: 7060"><p><u><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong><p style="text-align: center">Lesson 1:</p><p></strong></span></u></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen">A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen">The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen">When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbour.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen">Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen">After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen">The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen">When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen">'It was Bob the next door neighbour,' she replies.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen">'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></span></span></span></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 15px"><p style="text-align: center">Moral of the story:</p><p></span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.</span></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"></span></span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong><p style="text-align: center"><u>Lesson 2:</u></p><p></strong></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><p style="text-align: center">A priest offered a Nun a lift.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">The priest nearly had an accident.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">and went on her way.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p><p></span></span></span></p><p><strong><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px">Moral of the story:</span></p><p></strong></p><p><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><p style="text-align: center">If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"></p><p></span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><u><span style="font-size: 15px">Lesson 3:</span></u></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue">A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue">They rub it and a Genie comes out.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue">The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue">'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue">Puff! She's gone.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue">'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue">Puff! He's gone.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue">'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue">The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue">lunch.'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Blue"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong>Moral of the story:</strong></span></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: Blue">Always let your boss have the first say.</span></p><p></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong><u><p style="text-align: center">Lesson 4</p><p></u></strong></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Sienna">An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Sienna"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Sienna">A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Sienna">The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Sienna"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Sienna">So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.</span></span></span></p><p><strong><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px">Moral of the story:</span></p><p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px"><u>Lesson 5</u></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo">A turkey was chatting with a bull.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo">'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo">'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo">The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo">The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo">Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo">He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Indigo"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong>Moral of the story:</strong></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: Indigo">Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there..</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: Indigo"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"><u><strong><span style="font-size: 15px">Lesson 6</span></strong></u></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><p style="text-align: center">A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen">While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen">As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen">The dung was actually thawing him out!</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen">He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen">A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen">Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: DarkGreen"></p><p></span></span></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15px">Morals of the story:</span></strong></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><span style="font-size: 15px"><p style="text-align: center">(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><span style="font-size: 15px">(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><span style="font-size: 15px">friend.</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><span style="font-size: 15px">(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><span style="font-size: 15px">your mouth shut!</p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkGreen"><span style="font-size: 15px"></p><p></span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Fixedsys'"><span style="color: Red"><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="font-size: 18px">THUS ENDS THE FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE</span></em></p></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Fixedsys'"><span style="color: Red"><em><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></em></p></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Fixedsys'"><span style="color: Red"><em><span style="font-size: 18px">Rep+ if you like this</span></em></p></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Fixedsys'"><span style="color: Red"><em><span style="font-size: 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[QUOTE="Lalinda, post: 7941921, member: 7060"] [U][SIZE="4"][B][CENTER]Lesson 1:[/CENTER][/B][/SIZE][/U] [CENTER][SIZE="4"][FONT="Book Antiqua"][COLOR="DarkGreen"]A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbour. Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.' After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?' 'It was Bob the next door neighbour,' she replies. 'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?' [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/CENTER] [B][SIZE="4"][CENTER]Moral of the story:[/CENTER][/SIZE][/B] [CENTER][SIZE="4"][COLOR="DarkGreen"][SIZE="4"][FONT="Book Antiqua"]If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure. [/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/SIZE][/CENTER] [SIZE="4"][B][CENTER][U]Lesson 2:[/U][/CENTER][/B][/SIZE] [COLOR="DarkRed"][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="4"][CENTER]A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.' Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.' [/CENTER][/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR] [B][CENTER][SIZE="4"]Moral of the story:[/SIZE][/CENTER][/B] [COLOR="DarkRed"][SIZE="4"][FONT="Book Antiqua"][CENTER]If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity. [/CENTER][/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR] [CENTER][B][U][SIZE="4"]Lesson 3:[/SIZE][/U][/B] [SIZE="4"][FONT="Book Antiqua"][COLOR="Blue"]A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.' 'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.' Puff! She's gone. 'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.' Puff! He's gone. 'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.' [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE="4"][B]Moral of the story:[/B][/SIZE][/CENTER] [SIZE="4"][FONT="Book Antiqua"][CENTER][COLOR="Blue"]Always let your boss have the first say.[/COLOR][/CENTER][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE="4"][B][U][CENTER]Lesson 4[/CENTER][/U][/B][/SIZE] [CENTER][SIZE="4"][FONT="Book Antiqua"][COLOR="Sienna"]An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?' The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.' So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/CENTER] [B][CENTER][SIZE="4"] Moral of the story:[/SIZE][/CENTER][/B] [CENTER][COLOR="Sienna"][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="4"]To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up. [/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR] [B][SIZE="4"][U]Lesson 5[/U][/SIZE][/B] [SIZE="4"][FONT="Book Antiqua"][COLOR="Indigo"]A turkey was chatting with a bull. 'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.' 'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.' The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree. [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE="4"][B]Moral of the story:[/B][/SIZE] [FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="4"][COLOR="Indigo"]Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [U][B][SIZE="4"]Lesson 6[/SIZE][/B][/U][/CENTER] [FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="4"][COLOR="DarkGreen"][CENTER]A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him. [/CENTER][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [CENTER][B][SIZE="4"]Morals of the story:[/SIZE][/B][/CENTER] [FONT="Book Antiqua"][COLOR="DarkGreen"][SIZE="4"][CENTER](1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy. (2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend. (3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut! [/CENTER][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT="Fixedsys"][COLOR="Red"][CENTER][I][SIZE="5"]THUS ENDS THE FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE Rep+ if you like this Sorry if repost[/SIZE][/I][/CENTER][/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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