Work Jokes

he new employee at Boaj Inc. stood before the paper shredder looking confused. "Need some help?" a secretary walking by asked. "Yes," he replied, "how does this thing work?" "Simple," she said, taking the fat report from his hand and feeding it into the shredder. "Thanks, but where do the copies come out?"

A young boaj, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire himself out
as a handyman. In a wealthy neighborhood, she went to the front door of
the first house and asked the owner if there were any jobs for him to do.

"Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"

The young boaj said, "How about $50?" The man agreed and told him
the paint and ladders were in the garage.

The man's wife, in the house, heard the conversation and asked her
husband, "Does she know the porch goes all the way around the

The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch."

A short time later, the young boaj came to the door to collect his
money. "You're finished already?" the man asked.

"Yes," he said," and I had paint left over, so I gave it two
coats." Impressed, the man reached into his pocket for the $50.

"And by the way," the young boaj said, "that's not a Porch, that's
a Ferrari."


Billy boaj is applying for a job as a signalman for the local railroad, and is told to meet the inspector at the signal box.

The inspector decides to give Billy a pop quiz, asking, "What would you do if you realized that two trains were heading towards each other on the same track?"
Billy says, "I would switch one train to another track."
"What if the lever broke?" asked the inspector. "Then I'd dash down out of the signal box," said Billy, "and I'd use the manual lever over there."

"What if that had been struck by lightning?" challenges the inspector.

"Then," the boaj continues, "I'd run back into the signal box and phone the next signal box."

"What if the phone was busy?" "Well in that case," insisted Billy, "I'd run to the street level and use the public phone near the station".

"What if that one was vandalized?"

"Oh well,” says Billy, “in that case I'd run into the village and get my uncle Buster."

Puzzled the inspector asks, "Why would you do that?", "Because Buster’s never seen a train crash."

painting contractor was speaking with a woman about her job. In the first room she said she would like a pale blue. The contractor wrote this down and went to the window, opened it, and yelled out "GREEN SIDE UP!" In the second room she told the painter she would like it painted in a soft yellow. He wrote this on his pad, walked to the window, opened it, and yelled "GREEN SIDE UP!" The lady was somewhat curious but she said nothing. In the third room she said she would like it painted a warm rose color. The painter wrote this down, walked to the window, opened it and yelled "GREEN SIDE UP!"

The lady then asked him, "Why do you keep yelling 'green side up'?"
"I'm sorry," came the reply. "But I have a crew of boajes laying sod across the street.


A boaj is asked by his friend, "Has your son decided what he wants to
be when he grows up?"

"Yes, he wants to be a garbage collector," replied the boaj father.

His friend thought for a moment and responded, "That's a rather strange
ambition to have for a career."

"Well," said the boaj, "he thinks that garbage collectors only work on Tuesdays!"


A couple of boajes in a pickup truck drove into a lumberyard. One of the boajes walked into the office and said, "We need some four-by-twos." The clerk said, "You mean two-by-fours, don't you?" The boaj said, "I'll go check," and went back to the truck. He returned A minute later and said, "Yeah, I meant two-by-fours."

"All right. How long do you need them?" The boaj paused for a minute and said, "Uh... I'd better go check."
After a while, the boaj returned to the office and said, "A long time. We're gonna build a house."

n airline captain was breaking in a new boaj flight attendant. The route they were flying had a layover in another city. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the flight attendant the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop and stay overnight.

The next morning, as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day's route, he noticed the new flight attendant was missing. He knew which room he was in at the hotel and called him up wondering what happened. He answered the phone, crying, and said he couldn't get out of her room. "You can't get out of your room?" the captain asked, "Why not?"

The flight attendant replied: "There are only three doors in here," he sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says 'Do Not Disturb'!"

The local sheriff was looking for a deputy, so a Boaj went in to try out for the job. After a series of questions that the Boaj did not do very well on, the sheriff asked in desperation one final question: "Now Boaj, listen carefully: Who killed Abraham Lincoln?"

The Boaj looked a little surprised himself, then thought really hard for a minute and finally admitted, "I don't know." "Well, why don't you go home and work on that one for a while?"

So, the Boaj wandered over to the barbershop where his pals were waiting to hear the results of the interview. The Boaj was exultant. "It went great! First day on the job and I'm already working on a murder case!"

fellow stopped at a rural gas station and, after filling his tank, he paid the bill and bought a soft drink. He stood by his car to drink his cola, and he watched a couple of boajes working along the roadside.

One boaj would dig a hole two or three feet deep and then move on. The other boaj came along behind and filled in the hole. While one was digging a new hole, the other was 25 feet behind filling in the old. The boajes worked right past the fellow with the soft drink and went on down the road.

"I can't stand this," said the man, and tossing the can into a trash container, he headed down the road toward the men. "Hold it, hold it," he said to the boajes. "Can you tell me what's going on here with this digging?"

"Well, we work for the government," one of the boajes said. "But one of
you is digging a hole and the other fills it up. You're not accomplishing
anything. Aren't you wasting the taxpayers' money?"

"You don't understand, Mister," one of the boajes said, leaning on his shovel and wiping his brow. Normally there's three of us - me, Bobby, and Buster. I dig the hole, Bobby sticks in the tree, and Buster here puts the
dirt back. Now just because Bobby's sick, that don't mean that Buster and me can't work."

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