I have a theory that God runs reality pretty much like a corporation, and when you die you have to talk with Human Resources prior to shuffling off this plane of existence:
HR: Thanks for coming in, Mr. Howard. Now, the first thing I’d like to ask you is--HEY. What are you doing with that iPod?
ME: Being dead doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy quality tunes.
HR: I’m sorry, that’s company property. The rules specifically say--"You can’t take it with you.”
ME: That is completely lame.
HR: And the stapler.
ME: Whatever.
HR: Now, let’s talk about how your career went with us. Do you feel your goals were sufficiently established?
ME: Like hell. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Management needs to be much more clear about His objectives.
HR: Well, our culture prizes autonomy and self-starters.
ME: Yeah, like that Hitler guy.
HR: Come on. If I only had a nickel every time some newly dead person defended his actions by invoking Hitler. Now, how did you feel about your co-workers?
ME: Liked a lot of them--loved the one who did that one thing, damn, you need to teach more of your employees to do that--was annoyed by a bunch of them, and what was up with that guy who kept adding me on Facebook? If I were you, I’d use a more stringent screening process in your recruiting.
HR: Oh, natural selection isn’t a finely tuned enough process for Your Majesty?
ME: Honestly, it needs some work. I mean, a billion years of evolution and we get Paul Blart: Mall Cop. And we still have a tailbone for no apparent reason.
HR: What would you recommend to build a better workplace?
ME: More shared objectives, better communication, better salary, and fewer meetings. Also, flying cars.
HR: So, would you work here again?
ME: Well, I’m dead and I’m not coming back, so I’m gonna be honest with you. This place is deeply dysfunctional, it’s poorly run, and although there’s a lot of good intentions and good ideas, I think the culture needs a ground-up reworking.
HR: Actually, you could come back. You’re eligible for re-hire through our newly established reincarnation program.
ME: ....
HR: Long waiting list, though.
ME: ....what I meant to say was, I’d come back in a heartbeat. So to speak. Love the executive management style--very “hands off,” very “create your own meaning whilst you spin in the existential void.” Which I personally find very empowering. Great, thanks, please spell my name correctly--it’s “Greg” with one “G.” HR at my actual company never got that right.
I plan to take advantage of the newly established reincarnation program and come back as myself, except taller, thinner, smarter, better looking, wittier . . . . . . . . . Ok, I’m not coming back as myself. I’ll think of something, though. Perhaps as a chocolate eclair.
Damn it. I knew that Hitler argument was over used. Gonna have to think of someone else. Whoever invented Barney perhaps?
I’m gonna have to explore other options, but thanks for the offer of reincarnation.
BTW, when doesn’t Greg have two “G"s? jk, I expect you mean two at the end.
Damn
I’ve never had a COMPANY do an exit interview.
Sheesh, sounds more like a job interview than anything else. Do you have to wear a suit and tie?
I’m so lousy at interviews I would probably be a zombie forever