Telly was relieved. Word had come down earlier in the day that he would finally be getting a promotion from the Corporate HR Department Things had seemed rocky since the last shake-up, and he had been worried. He breathed a sigh, letting his body relax as he walked into his corner office. He touched his plaque: Director of HR, MSO Div. He couldn’t believe his luck. And then he started the job. It would be his last Zen moment for a while.
The month since he started had been constant paperwork. The new employees were intractable. Few of them had any corporate experience, and those that had were so thoroughly ruined by their time in the streets that they were often worse than the non-corp types. Even cleaned up, these were unbelievably rough characters. Telly could never bring his family to the office. His wife scarcely believed the stories he told now: Women smoking cigars; sex in the bathroom between employees; magical “fight clubs”; all manner of practical jokes; casual drug use; summoning circles everywhere. And this was only the beginning. He could go all day with just the stories he’d accumulated in this month. He had tried to raise objections to the constantly poor behavior of the division with Mr. Li, but he had been rebuffed. He told Telly that things would work out eventually and that this division was special, so they wouldn’t be observing most of the rules that the rest of the company ran under. So, Telly spent most of his energy shielding the group managers (who were uniformly corporate types) from the mostly savage runners that made up the rest of the division.
While the work was frustrating, the pay was amazing. His take home had doubled since the promotion. So, he would go along with things for now, he supposed. If things started to go sour, though, he was documenting the lassez-faire approach that Mr. Li had mandated so it was clear that Telly had nothing to do with the problems in MSO Division.