I thought I'd heard it all, I thought my well of bullshit bingo hath runneth over until I got an email from Mirabilis today.
'I have to go to a HR Huddle today. A HR Huddle? What is that?'
I replied thusly: 'I can't even begin to think of how to imagine what that might be.'
She rang me afterwards, after she'd escaped.
"It was a meeting. No more nor less."
I never felt so sorry for her in all my days.
While I sat on my floor uncarefully boxing off my CDs, wondering how I got from a Christy Moore box-set to Hundred Reasons to Johnny Cash to Underworld, she was interverbing about flagpoles and things that need to be reconciled. All very standard business nonsense if they hadn't tried to paintball it, or umbrella it, with the term 'HR Huddle.'
Whoever thought that little cracker up needs to stop liaising quite so intimately with his or her own arsehole.