Jenny Lawson, creator of the Bloggess blog, has posted a long and extremely funny excerpt from her forthcoming book Let's Pretend This Never Happened: (A Mostly True Memoir). The excerpt, from chapter 15, details Lawson's bizarre experiences working in a corporate HR department, coping with the terrible behavior of the employees, the awfulness of the corporate bureaucracy, and the absurdly bad job applications she received.
When I was in HR, if someone came to me about a really fucked-up problem, I'd excuse myself and bring in a coworker to take notes, and the employee would relax a bit, thinking, "Finally, people are taking me seriously around here," but usually we do that only so that when you leave we can have a second opinion about how insane that whole conversation was. "Was that shit as crazy as I thought it was?" I would ask afterward. It always was. Sadly, HR has very little power in an organization, unless the real executives are on vacation, and then watch out, because a lot of ass-holes are going to get fired.
There are three types of people who choose a career in HR: sadistic assholes who were probably all tattletales in school, empathetic (and soon to-be-disillusioned) idealists who think they can make a difference in the lives of others, and those of us who stick around because it gives you the best view of all the most entertaining train wrecks happening in the rest of the company.
People who aren't in HR always assume that people who are in HR are the biggest prudes and assholes, since HR is ostensibly there to make sure everyone follows the rules, but people fail to realize that HR is the only department actively paid to look at porn. Sure, it's under the guise of "reviewing all Internet history to make sure other people aren't looking at porn," but people are always looking at porn, and so we have to look at it too so that we can print it out for the investigation. This is also the reason why HR always has color printers, and why no one else is allowed to use them. Because we can't remember to pick up all the porn we just copied. This is just one of many secrets the HR department doesn't want you to know, and after sharing these secrets I will probably be blackballed from the Human Resources Alliance, which is much like the Magicians' Alliance (in that I don't belong to either, since I never get invited to join clubs, and that I'm not actually sure that either of them exist). Regardless, almost immediately after starting work in HR, I started keeping a journal about all the fantastically fucked-up stuff that people who aren't in HR would never believe. These are a few of those stories:
Last month we decided to start keeping file of the most horrific job applications handed in so that we'd have something to laugh at when the work got to us. We now officially have twice as many applications in the "Never-hire-these-people-unless-we-find-out-that-we're-all-getting-fired-next-week" file than we have in the "These-people-are-qualified-for-a-job" file. What's the word for when something that started out being funny ends up depressing the hell out of you? Insert that word here.
UPDATED: Excerpt of Let's Pretend This Never Happened: A Mostly True Memoir
Let's Pretend This Never Happened: (A Mostly True Memoir) [Amazon]
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