17th Mar 2012 New, Improved & Female Parking Lot

With the high rate of attacks on women in secluded parking lots, especially during evening hours, the Melbourne City Council, Australia has established a "Women Only" parking lot. 

Even the parking lot attendants are exclusively female so that a comfortable and safe environment is created for patrons. 

Below Is the first picture available of this world-first parking lot in Australia:

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17th Mar 2012 The Efficient Human Resources

A big steel company was feeling it was time for a shakeup, hired a new head of human resources. The new boss was determined to rid the company of all slackers.

On a tour of the facilities, the HR supremo noticed a guy leaning against a wall. The room was full of workers and he wanted to let them know that he meant business. He asked the guy, "How much money do you make a week?" 

A little surprised, the young man looked at him and said, "I make $500 a week. Why?"

The Human Resources boss said, "Wait right here." He walked back to his office, came back in two minutes, and handed the guy $2,000 in cash and said, "Here's four weeks' pay. Now GET OUT and don't come back."

Feeling pretty good about himself, the new boss looked around the room and asked, "Does anyone want to tell me what that slacker did here?"

From across the room a voice said, "Pizza delivery guy from Domino's."

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17th Mar 2012 The German Chauffeur

In 2011 Pope Benedict the XV1 made an emotional trip to his homeland Germany. The papal flight touched down at Berlin's Brandenburg Airport. After lugging all of Pope Benedict's bags into the limo, Herman the driver, notices that the Pope is still standing on the pavement.

'Pardon me, Your Holiness,' says Herman, 'Would you please take your seat so we can get to the Olympic Stadium in time?'

'Well, to tell you the truth,' says the Pope, 'they never let me drive at the Vatican when I was a cardinal, and I'd really like to drive for old time's sake now I am back in Germany.'

'I'm sorry, Your Holiness, but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job!

'But who's going to tell' says the Pope with a smile.

Reluctantly, the driver gets into the rear seat as the Pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision because after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to over 200 kms. 

'Please slow down, Your Holiness' pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear police sirens.

Duly the Pope pulls over and winds-down the window. The Autobahnpolizei approaches the pope-mobile, takes one look inside, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio.

'I need to talk to Chief Rhode,' he says to the dispatcher.

Chief Otto Rhode gets on the radio and the cop tells him that he's stopped a limo doing 200 kph.

'So bust him,' says the Chief. 'I don't think we want to do that, he's really important,' said the cop.

The Chief exclaimed, 'All the more reason!'
'No, I mean really important,' said the cop with a bit of persistence.

The Chief then asked, 'Who do you have there, mayor Klaus Wowereit?'
Autobahnpolizei: 'Bigger.'
Chief: 'A member of parliament?'
Autobahnpolizei: 'Bigger.'
Chief: 'The Chancellor of Germany?'
Autobahnpolizei:: 'Bigger.'
'Well,' said the Chief, 'who is it?' 

Autobahnpolizei: 'I think it's God!'
The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, 'What makes you think it's God?'

Autobahnpolizei: 'His chauffeur is the Pope!'

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17th Mar 2012 Almost A Woman - My Fiction Story

He was 16, with long hair, leather jacket, a motorbike, and asking me to go for a ride and 'an ice-cream or something ...' . Surprised & with my heart suddenly beating faster for a first 'date' I said 'Yes'.I said that because he had long hair, leather jacket and a motorbike. (What did you expect? I was 14!) But I fell almost a woman.

 

That bog had the sensibility of Homer Simpson and his vital objective was to have the biggest motorbike than the rest of his pals became my boyfriend. I only knew that because he said so to all his friends.

 

My mother whose only ambition and purpose in life was to see me get a good education based on artistic aspirations, her own dream broken by early marriage and almost immediate widowhood, wanted to die. But she knew she only needed to tell me she didn't like this boy for me to tell her in reply that I would marry him. So the poor woman kept quiet silently praying that it would end soon and the long haired devil wouldn't leave her only daughter pregnant.

 

The boy showed me off on his motorbike rides around the streets and I, like a koala at his back, gripping on tight, with his long hair sweeping & sometimes covering my eyes, wishing my own long hair would not tangle up with his to strangle me. Our conversation centres usually on the hour he would pick me up, the type of ice-cream to have, or 'Give me a kiss' and 'I am going to sleep'; mostly in that order.

 

My mother every now and then commented, purposefully casually, that the boy didn't seen to have anything in common with me, or wasn't good enough for me, etc. But she didn't need to worry long, Not yet 3 weeks later, he started taking another girl on his motorbike and bought her ice-cream, without as much as a good-bye to me.

 

Since then my heart had been broken a couple more times, and I surprised myself how well I adjusted, buried the mistakes, then recovery and hope. Now when I see other young girls on other boys' motorbikes, I feel the urge to tell them to be careful. Boys today are far more wild and girls matured way beyond their age. But how can I carry all the precaution or mistakes of others? How much triumph we achieved without having experienced failure? We have all gone off track at one time or another towards abyss or bumped our heads against solid walls, without anyone capable of guiding us to safety or repairing errors.

 

Perhaps the only thing we can do is to extend our hands to help ourselves out of the unfathomable hole, and believe that we have learned a good reason from the careless fall ...

 

Well, would anyone there give me a hand ... ?

Tags: woman, boy, girl

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