Little Boy’s Job Appraisal

A little boy went to drug store and climbed onto carton so that he can reach phone. Then he dialed a number and started talking.

Boy: Mam, can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?

Lady (At other end of call): Sorry, but I already have someone to do that job.

Boy: Mam, I will do it for half the price you pay to the person working there.

Lady: No, I am satisfied with the work of the person who is presently cutting my lawn.

Boy: Mam, Please Give me a job. I will even sweep your sidewalks. You will have the prettiest lawn in Palm beach.

Lady: No, thank You.

With a smile on face, Boy replaced the receiver. The drug store owner, who was listening to all this, came to the boy and said, “Son, I liked your attitude and positive spirit and would like to offer a job to you.

Boy replied, “No sir, thank you.”

Store owner (confused) Said, “But you were pleading for a job on the call.”

Boy replied (smiling) to him, “No sir, I don’t really need a job. I was just checking on my performance at the Job i already have. Actually, I am the only one who is working for the Lady i was talking to.”

Moral: We should try to find our weakness and Work hard to overcome it. We should always work hard and with full dedication.

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