The Dream Job

A guy walks into the local Jobcentre office, marches straight up to the counter and says, “Hi… You know, I just HATE drawing benefit. I’d really rather have a job.”

The Jobcentre adviser behind the counter says, “Your timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur and bodyguard for his nymphomaniac daughter.”

“You’ll have to drive around in his Mercedes, but he’ll supply all of your clothes, and because of the long hours, meals will be provided.”

“You’ll be expected to escort her on her overseas holiday trips.”

“You will have to satisfy her sexual urges.”

“You’ll have a two-bedroom apartment above the garage.”

“The starting salary is £200,000 a year.”

The guy says, “You’re bullshittin’ me!”

The Jobcentre Adviser says, “Yeah, well… You started it.”