A bloke goes into the Job Centre in Dundalk and sees a card advertising for a Gynaecologist's Assistant.
Interested he goes to learn more.
"Can you give me some more details about this?" he asks the guy behind the desk.
The Job Centre guy sifts through his files and replies,
"Uh - yes I've had quite a few enquiries about this job. The job entails you getting patients ready for the gynaecologist. You have to help them out of their underwear, lie them down and wash their nether regions. Then apply shaving foam and shave off all their pubic hair then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynaecologist's examination. There's an annual salary of 85,000 but I'm afraid you'll have to travel to Cork."
"Oh why, is that where the job's based?"
"No. That's where the end of the queue is"
Interested he goes to learn more.
"Can you give me some more details about this?" he asks the guy behind the desk.
The Job Centre guy sifts through his files and replies,
"Uh - yes I've had quite a few enquiries about this job. The job entails you getting patients ready for the gynaecologist. You have to help them out of their underwear, lie them down and wash their nether regions. Then apply shaving foam and shave off all their pubic hair then rub in soothing oils so they're ready for the gynaecologist's examination. There's an annual salary of 85,000 but I'm afraid you'll have to travel to Cork."
"Oh why, is that where the job's based?"
"No. That's where the end of the queue is"
