May Bereit, email

WHEN Joe’s wife ran away he got so depressed that his doctor sent him to see a psychiatrist. Joe told the psychiatrist his troubles. “Life isn’t worth living,” he moaned.

“Don’t be stupid, Joe,” the psychiatrist replied.

“Let work be your salvation. I want you to totally submerge yourself in your work. Now, what do you do for a living?”

Joe replied: “I clean out septic tanks.”