Run for the Hills
With a sense of dread, the new- to- the- company HR Manager opened the email ; the subject line was terrifying in and of itself. As she scrolled through the body of the email, an involuntary gasp left her mouth.
Oh no, she thought. It’s even worse than I feared. Hundreds of men, women, and children. A flaming fire on a blisteringly hot day. Untold hours spent on one’s feet, sweating. Painful memories intruding into every thought.
Please spare me, she silently prayed, for while others relax, drink beer and enjoy carnival games and a game or two of “Dunk the Executive” –apparently at THIS company they consider it a vital HR function for me to manage through this chaos.
Yes. It was even worse than she feared.
The subject line of the email? Annual Employee Picnic