Sarah and Tom had worked at the factory for ten years. But since their new manager arrived six months ago, they’ve become very much exhausted with his demands and workload.
At the water cooler one day, Sarah turned to Tom to express just how burned out she was.
“I can’t stand the workload. And you know, I think I have come up with a way to convince the boss to give me the day off,” Sarah announced.
Tom raised a skeptical brow, his curiosity piqued.
“Oh, really? And how do you plan on doing that?” he asked, leaning in closer.
Sarah simply flashed him a knowing smile.
“Just wait and see,” she replied cryptically, before turning and making her way towards the factory floor.
Intrigued, Tom followed behind, eager to witness Sarah’s plan unfold.
Moments later, the sound of a commotion drew the attention of the factory’s manager, who hurried to investigate.
There, hanging upside down from the ceiling, was Sarah, her legs firmly grasped onto a support beam.
“What on earth are you doing?” the bewildered manager exclaimed, his eyes widening at the sight.
Sarah, nonchalantly, looked across at the manager and replied:
“I’m a light bulb.”
Sarah was very matter-of-fact about this turn of events, and her voice was perfectly calm and composed.
The manager blinked in confusion, unsure of how to respond to this bizarre situation. “A light bulb?”
“Well, sir, I’ve been working so much that I’ve gone a bit crazy,” Sarah explained, her expression completely serious. “I think I need to take the day off to rest and recharge.”
The manager paused, contemplating the situation.
Finally, a look of understanding dawned on his face.
“You know, you’re absolutely right. You’ve been working tirelessly, and I can’t have my employees burning themselves out. Take the day off, Sarah. Go home and get some rest.”
Tom looked on bemused while Sarah, satisfied with the outcome, gracefully untangled herself from the ceiling and landed on her feet.
As she turned to leave, Tom stepped forward, ready to follow. He had to be part of this!
But the manager was having none of it:
“And where do you think you’re going?” the manager asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at Tom as he scurrowed toward the door.
Tom paused, like a deer in headlights, before turning to the manager and replying in the same deadpan tone as Sarah:
“Well, sir, I’m going home, too.”
The manager challenged such a claim:
“Why on earth would you need to head home as well? Have you gone crazy, too?”
Tom, still matter-of-factly, responded:
“No, sir, I’m not crazy at all. But you can’t expect me to work in the dark!”
