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The fifth day
Weevil, bloody Weevil. He doesn't even work here, but he's plaguing my life. Modern life seems to be ultra-sensitive to the slightest complaint about anything, and Weevil's complaint that I didn't treat him like a lady - yes, that's not a typo, treat him like a lady - is actually being investigated seriously by HR. It's not a typo, text-wise, but it is a typo life-wise. How can society have been reduced to this? Are we living in some kind of decadent society that is hopelessly spiralling down to implosion, or is it actually a sign of extremely civilised development that you have to be ultra, ultra careful when it comes to interpersonal interactions of every sort? I don't know. What I do know is that I used to think of HR as cute and friendly and cuddly, but I now think of HR as the executioner part of the soulless corporate machine that will grind you to dust if you show any sign of individuality. I flinch now when HR calls, am I the only one?
The ninth day
It appears that I was a touch overcritical on marking Weevil's interview test and, on reflection, have decided that he interviewed much better than I thought at the time. It's always best to take your time and re-evaluate these sorts of things, I guess. And as a consequence, we've offered Weevil the position. Naturally, there could be no discrimination involved if he is actually offered the position, so HR have now come to the conclusion that there is no further investigation necessary, and the matter has been closed, with agreement from all parties. At least I can concentrate now.
The fifteenth day
Got a message from Weevil. It says "The circle is now complete. When I left you, I was but the learner; now I am the master". As I read it, I wondered if I could transition to some job in HR.
BCNU - Javva The Hutt.
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