The Journey To HR, Part 93!

“Cut off his hands? Cut his hands off?” I asked, maybe a bit dismayed.

“Yes. That’s the bylaws,” she said, grabbing a beer from a desk drawer.

I thought about this as she popped open the beer and took a large swig.

I was still thinking about this when an empty beer can hit my head.

“Well?” she asked, grabbing another beer.

“It sounds a bit…harsh. I’m going to have to think about the pros and cons of a handless Bob,” I said, rubbing my head. “Can I have a beer? It helps with my thought process, don’t you know.”

She laughed at this and reached into a drawer.

Instead of a beer, she handed me a multi-vitamin.

I looked at her.

“No drinking in HR!” she said, responding to my look. “Unless, of course, it’s me.”

“Figures,” I mumbled to myself and popped the multi-vitamin into my mouth.

As I chewed on the bitter pill, I thought about a hands-free Bob.

There were no cons.

Only pros.

When she opened her third beer, I made my decision.

“Let’s do it!” I said, now quite excited.

“You sure?” she asked.

“Oh, yes. Think about it! Imagine him on assignment for something stupid where he gets murderlized and the chalk outline around his body WILL HAVE NO HANDS!”

We both laughed.

She finished the beer, reached into another drawer and took out a small Post-It pad.

She pointed to the blank Post-It on the pad.

“Sign here,” she said, handing me a pen.

So I did.

“And…….sign here,” she said after riffling thru a bunch of Post-It notes on the pad.

So I did.

She tore the top Post-It off and the other one as well.

She stuck them under her desk and tossed the pad into a drawer.

Another beer appeared and she toasted me.

“And that’s that. We’re all done here!”

She downed the beer.

I smiled.

Then the ruckus began.