An HR Meeting To Finish Off The Week

A late meeting with HR, called by The Midget, over a stuff up over a lawyer working OS, after which my weekend started.

Boris and I wondered what it had to do with us – we were familiar with the issue at hand, had been asked to do a few calculations by the poor overworked HR administrator, Cinnamon Wang – but we attended none the less.

The Giant PonyTail attended the meeting – she must be attempting a whitewash of her corporate image – and she consistently tried to lay blame on everyone but HR, but I wasn't having it, no I wasn't. I have to give it to her, she was relentless in a subtle way. A one-eyed, Teflon coated, not-my-fault, never-my-fault, Dalek moving through the corporate world seeking to Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! anyone who goes against that mantra. I kept it up to her, though, subtly bringing it back to the problem was HRs.

Boris opened her gob and gave them an out, oh something about our recent change to cloud-based applications had caused numerous issues, and The Giant PonyTail latched onto that quick as a flash, so much so it looked kind of desperate. Oh Boris, I thought. To paraphrase Amanda Priestly, that was the biggest disappointment of the meeting. Suddenly, I thought, is Boris a fixer, does she have a touch of The Hero Complex about her? It would explain a lot.

Then The Giant PonyTail tried to wrap the meeting up in her favour, with her pinched face, and her hair pulled back so severely I wouldn't have been surprised at the appearance of a beard. I was ready when she finished, and I clearly re-stated the issue as one of HR's making. She exhaled loudly, but said nothing more.

Then my weekend started and I forgot all about it. I took the dogs for a walk and suck in fresh air and cleared my mind.

My week was over and my weekend was about to begin, and as Taylor Swift would say, I shook it off.