Laugh a little
The Recording Angel needed two new Executive Assistants to help him in the admissions office in Heaven. G-d sent him 3 applicants and the Angel began interviewing them immediately.
“I was senior partner in a law firm on earth,” said the first applicant “and I’m sure I could be very helpful to you.”
“I’m sure you could,” said the Angel. “I’ve looked over your CV and you certainly have more than enough credentials for the job. But I do have a little test I ask all applicants to take. Would you spell G-d, please?”
“A piece of cake,” said the applicant. “G - O - D.” “Fine,” said the Angel, extending his hand, “I’ll be in touch.” The fellow left and the second applicant came in.
“I was Chief Executive of a very successful business on earth,” he said. “There were 16,000 people on my payroll. I think I’d make an excellent assistant.”
“Your record is certainly impressive,” said the Angel. “And I think I’m going to hire you, but first there’s a little test. Spell G-d.”
“G - O - D” said the second applicant. “Great!” said the Angel, shaking his hand. “You’ll be hearing from me.”
The man left and the third applicant, a woman, approached the Angel’s desk. “Tell me about yourself,” said the Angel.
“On earth,” she said, “I was secretary to one of the most powerful men in Europe. You know, because you know everything, that I did most of the work for which he got credit. I’m certain I could do whatever is required.”
“Of course,” said the Angel, “but there’s one little test….”
“Oh, please, not a test” said the woman. “I’ve had it rough all my life. Because I’m a woman I had to fight for every promotion I ever got. I had to take lower pay for doing the same job as the men in the office. I was constantly harassed by male chauvinist bosses. I thought it would be different up here. Now I get the feeling that because the job title is Executive Assistant and not Secretary, you don’t want to give me a chance at it.”
No, no. Not at all!” said the Angel. “This is just a little test that I give all applicants, regardless of sex.”
“All right,” sighed the woman. “Go ahead.”
“Spell desuetude, parietals, and chiaroscuro,” said the Angel.