Friday night was our company summer party – a rather lavish affair in a central London gentleman’s club. Think Jeeves and Wooster with more fillies and plenty of champagne.
First thing Monday morning, we were all gathered together by HR to be notified of a significant redundancies programme. The nice lady decided to address the timing issue in relation to the party. Here follows a verbatim excerpt:
“I wanted to address the issue of the summer party. There was a lot of discussion about whether it was appropriate – whether we should cancel it in light of the planned redundancies. But we decided that it was only right if those affected by the changes to our business were able to go out and party with their friends and colleagues on the Friday night. Also, we couldn’t get our deposit back.”
Where do they get these lobotomized monkeys?
From the David Brent School of Management. I trust you drank the pension fund dry?
We certainly attempted to…
They usually self-lobotomize after years in the cut-throat, time-violent world of the sexclusive search and selection recruitment comany, just before they bow in-house to avoid the daily fight vs. the primly jealous HR gatekeeper’s excuses to keep said cash-is-king recruiter away from HR bunny’s renegade employees with trigger happy recruitment drives, sick of HR, and now out shopping for fresh meats on the black market.
Sounds like In-house smuggery ‘n skullduggery at its worst.