“Welcome to Heaven,” said St. Peter. “Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we’ve never once had a Human Resources Manager make it this far and we’re not really sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in,” said the woman.

“Well, I’d like to, but I have higher orders. What we’re going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in.”

“Actually, I think I’ve made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven”, said the woman.

“Sorry, we have rules…”

And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down-down-down to hell.

The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all her friends – fellow executives that she had worked with and they were well dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner.

She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kind of cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved goodbye as she got on the elevator.

The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found St. Peter waiting for her.

“Now it’s time to spend a day in heaven,” he said. So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her.

“So, you’ve spent a day in hell and you’ve spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity,”

The woman paused for a second and then replied, “Well, I never thought I’d say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell.”

So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went down-down-down back to Hell. When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks.

The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.

“I don’t understand,” stammered the woman, “yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable.”

The Devil looked at her smiled and said …
…
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….

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“Yesterday we were recruiting you, today you’re an Employee”

Tumhara Hyderabadi !!!

Dear God, I beg you!

Give me the Wisdom
to understand my Boss.

Give me the Love
to forgive him.

Give me the Patience
to understand his deeds.

But Dearest God,
don’t give me the Power.

because if you give me the Power

I’ll break his Head.

Infotech Company
Yes Papa

Any Motivation
No Papa

Many Tensions
Yes Papa

Do u Sleep well
No Papa

Onsite Opportunity
No papa

Boss Ki Galiyan
Yes Papa

Increment
Ha ha ha

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A recent article in CNN gives 12 most annoying types of Facebook users. So let us see which one of these are you?

The Let-Me-Tell-You-Every-Detail-of-My-Day Bore: “I’m waking up.” “I had Maggi for breakfast.” “I’m bored at work.” “I’m stuck in traffic.” “I am eating a sandwich now.” People who have their daily-life, broadcasted in social network sites, are crummy!

The Self-Promoter: Many of us have probably posted at least once about some achievement. And sure, maybe your friends really do want to read the fascinating article you wrote about horse riding. But when almost EVERY update is a link to your blog, your poetry reading, your 10k-Run results or your art show, you sound like a bragger or a self-centered careerist.

The Friend-Padder: The average Facebook user has 120 friends on the site. Schmoozers and social butterflies — you know, the ones who make lifelong pals on the subway — might reasonably have 300 or 400. But 1,000 “friends?” Unless you’re a big celebrity or just won a lottery, no one has that many. That’s just showing off.

The Town Crier: “Michael Jackson is dead!!!” You heard it from me first! Me, and the 213,000 other people who all saw it on TMZ. These people are the reason many of us learn of breaking news not from TV or news sites but from online social networks. In their rush to trumpet the news, these people also spread rumors, give half-truths and exaggerate modest gossips.

The TMIer: TMIer stands for Too-Much-Information-Updater. “Krish is heading to Hetero to buy Ring Guard for his pesky jock-itch.” Boundaries of privacy and decorum don’t seem to exist for these too-much-information updaters, who shamelessly offer up details about their personal life secrets and troubles. Thanks for sharing.

The Bad Grammarian: “So sad about Fara Fauset but Im so gladd its friday yippe”. The grammar of this sentence is easily guessed to be debasing. Yes, I know the punctuation rules are different in the digital world. And, no, no one likes a spelling-Nazi schoolmarm. People don’t care about English and its grammar, that’s OK. But shouldn’t they be compassionate on easy-to-type words at least.

The Sympathy-Baiter: “Aish is feeling sad today.” “Man, am I glad that’s over.” “Raj could really use some good news about now.” Most of these posts are not genuine bad news. These people just post them for sake of attention on them. Like anglers hunting for fish, these sad sacks cast out their hooks — baited with vague tales of woe — in the hopes of landing concerned responses.

The Lurker: The Peeping Toms of Facebook, these voyeurs are too cautious, or maybe too lazy, to update their status or write on your wall. But once in a while, you’ll be talking to them and they’ll mention something you posted, so you know they’re on your page, hiding in the shadows. It’s just a little creepy.

The Crank: These people are bad-tempered and ever-complaining, never met something they couldn’t complain about. “Ali isn’t really that impressed with idiots who don’t realize how idiotic they are.” Keep spreading the love.

The Paparazzo: Same as Paparazzi. Ever visit your Facebook page and discover that someone’s posted a photo of you from last weekend’s party — a photo you didn’t authorize and haven’t even seen? You’d really rather not have to explain to your mom why you were leering like a drunken hyena and French-kissing a bottle of Kingfisher.

The Maddening Obscurest: A bunch of eerie guys trying to build up a mystery around a silly issue, posting things like “If not now then when?” “You’ll see…” “Grist for the mill.” “Subbu is, small world.” “Rohan thought he was immune, but no. No, he is not.” They sound more hysteric than mysteric.

The Chronic Inviter: “Support my cause. Sign my petition. Play Mafia Wars with me. Which ‘Star Trek’ character are you? Here are the ‘Top 5 cars I have personally owned.’ Here are ’25 Things About Me.’ Here’s a drink. What drink are you? We’re related! I took the ‘What President Are You?’ quiz and found out I’m Millard Fillmore! What president are you?” People who constantly post such messages are real irritators.

Courtesy: CNN