What makes 100%?
What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?
Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?
We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%.
How about achieving 103%?
What makes up 100% in life?
Here is a mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:
IF:A,B,C,D,E,F, G,H,I,J,K, L,M,N,O,P, Q,R,S,T,U, V,W,X,Y,Z
IS REPRESENTED:1,2,3,4,5,6, 7,8,9,10, 11,12,13, 14,15,16, 17,18,19, 20,21,22, 23,24,25, 26
THEN:
H-A-R-D-W-O- R-K=8+1+18+4+23+ 15+18+11 = 98%
AND
K-N-O-W-L-E- D-G-E=11+14+15+23+ 12+5+4+7+ 5 = 96%
BUT,
A-T-T-I-T-U- D-E=1+20+20+9+20+ 21+4+5= 100%
AND,
B-U-L-L-S-H- I-T=2+21+12+12+19+ 8+9+20= 103%
AND
A-S-S-K-I-S- S-I-N-G=1+19+19+11+9+ 19+19+9+14+ 7= 118%
So one can conclude with mathematical certainly, that while HARD WORK and KNOWLEDGE will get you close, and ATTITUDE will get you there, it's the BULLSHIT and ASSKISSING that will put you over the top.
(Thank you for the chuckle to the anonymous teachers and the people who passed this around the web.)
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Always good advice, no matter what system of belief you subscribe to.
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money! twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
'And why's everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'
JUDGE NOT.
Every saint has a PAST...
Every sinner has a FUTURE!
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money! twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
'And why's everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'
JUDGE NOT.
Every saint has a PAST...
Every sinner has a FUTURE!
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