Definitions of Designations:

• Project Manager is a Person who thinks nine women can deliver a baby in One month.
• Developer is a Person who thinks it will take 18 months to deliver a Baby.
• Onsite Coordinator is one who thinks single woman can deliver nine babies in one month.
• Client is the one who doesn't know why he wants a baby.
• Marketing Manager is a person who thinks he can deliver a baby even if no man and woman are available.
• Resource Optimization Team thinks they don't need a man or woman; they'll produce a child with zero resources.
• Documentation Team thinks they don't care whether the child is delivered, they'll just document 9 months.
• Quality Auditor is the person who is never happy with a delivered baby and even with his natural features also.
• Tester is a person who always tells that this is not the Right baby
• HR Manager is a person who thinks that...a Donkey can deliver a Human baby if given 9 months.

Have a laugh!!!...

You will laugh your heads out after you finish reading this! (Nice One
from
Reader's Digest)*

One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became
apparent
that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up eating
beans.

Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home
from
work.  Since I lived in the countryside, I called my husband and told
him
that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by
a
small diner and the odour of baked beans was more than I could stand.

With miles  to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by
the
time I  reached  home,  so  I  stopped at the dinner and before I knew
it, I
had consumed three large orders of baked beans.
All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. Upon my
arrival,
my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: "Darling
I
have a surprise for dinner tonight." He then blindfolded me and led me
to my
chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to
remove
my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the
blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans
I
had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most
unbearable,  so  while  my  husband  was out of the room I seized the
opportunity,  shifted  my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not
only
loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in
front
of a pulpwood mill.
I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.
Then,
shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was
worse
than stinking cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the
conversation
in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The
pleasure
was indescribable.  When eventually the telephone farewells signaled
the
end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with  my
napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very
relieved  and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of
innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long.
He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I
had
not.  At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests
seated around the table chorused: "Happy Birthday!" I nearly died!