Ho ho ho HR

November 14, 2007 – 6:05 pm by Cath

Guess how I can tell that Christmas is on its way? Nope, it’s not because I get my arse in my hand every time I hear Noddy bleedin’ Holder. It’s because of the tsunami of press releases I’ve been thrilled to receive in the last few weeks, each one bleating warnings about the worst of the season’s employment hazards.

You know the sort of thing. Thre are fears over flu epidemics, career cock-ups and festive pregnancies care of the lecherous MD. If the world of the HR PR is anything to go by the season of goodwill will soon be a season of bloodshed what with the myriad ways an employee can screw up their career at the swig of a festive egg-nog.

Has it always been like this? Did we always spend the winter months worrying about the career precipice that lies just beyond that corporate gift of Quality Street? Until I went freelance - effectively swapping workplace merriment for a cold and lonely minced pie in my back bedroom - the biggest festive worry faced by my colleagues and I was whether our post-party bare bums would fit on the photocopier glass. Struggling with seasonal depression, new year promotion prospects and the shame of the morning after never even fleeted across our minds.

Pity you couldn’t say that about Noddy bleedin’ Holder.

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