Confession #1: I work in HR

We all have dirty little secrets and here's one of mine: I work in HR.

While it may hardly set your scalp a tingling - it is, in fact, one of my great horrors. I have always hated HR. In my experience, HR wasn't full of warm fuzzies, it was chock full of nosey people who like being in other people's business. Way up in their business.

HR = Human Resources. Human Resources. Like electricity and water, but human. Stupid humans with stupid feelings need a whole department to babysit them. I wretch at the premise itself.

Here, perhaps, is the kicker. Most HR people have good intentions. They like the idea of working with people. They like the idea of talking to people. They like the idea of forgoing spreadsheets and pie charts and instead put their hands into something extra ooey gooey like people.

That is, until, they actually work and talk with people. That is when it happens. That is when the bile rises and the temples throb and the blood pressure skyrockets. Because people are a nightmare and nobody but nobody knows this like HR.

I had no delusions of grandeur when it came to HR. I needed a job and like a two-bit hooker - I sold my soul for a bi-monthly paycheck. I have no one to blame but myself, my needy greedy self who relishes things like toothpaste and microwave popcorn. I'm a sell out - I confess.

Forgive me Father for I have sinned. I work in HR.