HR Slappers

What is it with national HR manager's? Why are they so useless? Surely, HR being a repository for "nice" "simpering" girls with arts degrees until they marry and get paid maternity leave, is not the simple answer.

You know, we have had a steady stream of more and more useless specimens, women who have so little interest in people and such a huge interest in themselves and their David Jones time that it is frightening. But the most recent crop take the proverbial cake. Self absorbed and self interest, poisonous bitches who react by spitting, scratching and back stabbing if you dare to question their lack of work, or in fact, if you ask them to, actually, do some work. They all just want to faff about and advise. (pronounced adviiiiiiiiiize. Wide eyes, mouth turned down, wearily... of course, finished off with darling)

The latest one, the lovely Ms Troy, has perfected the blow up doll expression. You know, vacant, air-head South Yarra.

"Yes darling, no daaarrrling, lovely darling. Let's do it in colour with a big font!"

All she needs to do now is make her mouth rounder, with some bright red lippy and she'd be the spitting image of a rubber doll. And about as useful. (Although, I fear, the rubber doll is, actually, more useful)

Shhh! I found out today. Company goss - someone always knows someone - she was the other woman with the boss at her last job. Caused the break up of his marriage. She's just married him. I can see it in her ruthless, show pony eyes. On her back with her snatch up for grabs with the richest man. Bred for it, with her jungle red labia. Not the type who could have her own kids.

"It would ruin my figure, daaarling!" Give away laugh.

So, she has to be content on stealing some other kid's father.

I always suspected she was a a ruthless, poisonous bitch! Now I know.

She's just knifed one of our execs, who dared to disagree with her. Wide eyes - of a snake. Head flick. Wide mouth pout. Back to DJ's daaarling!

He left today.

How do these useless moles get these high paid jobs?