A highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically knocked down
by a bus and killed. Her soul arrived at the Pearly Gates, where Saint
Peter welcomed her:
"Before you get settled in," he said, "We have a little problem... you
see, we've never had a Human Resources Manager make it this far before
and we're not really sure what to do with you."
"Oh, I see," said the woman. "Can't you just let me in?"
"Well, I'd like to," said Saint Peter, "But I have higher orders. We're
instructed to let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven, and then
you are to choose where you'd like to go for all eternity."
"Actually, I think I'd prefer Heaven", said the woman.
"Sorry, we have rules..." at which Saint Peter put the HR Manager into
the downward bound elevator. As the doors opened in Hell she stepped out
onto a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club; around
her were many friends - past fellow executives, all smartly dressed,
happy, and cheering for her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks
and they talked about old times.
They played a perfect round of golf and afterwards went to the country
club where she enjoyed a superb steak and lobster dinner. She met the
Devil, who was actually rather nice, and she had a wonderful night
telling jokes and dancing. Before she knew it, it was time to leave;
everyone shook her hand and waved goodbye as she stepped into the
elevator. The elevator went back up to Heaven where Saint Peter was
waiting for her.
"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said. So she spent the next
24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing,
which was almost as enjoyable as her day in Hell.
At the day's end Saint Peter returned. "So," he said, "You've spent a
day in Hell and you've spent a day in Heaven. You must choose between
the two."
The woman thought for a second and replied, "Well, Heaven is certainly
lovely, but I actually had a better time in Hell. I choose Hell."
Accordingly, Saint Peter took her to the elevator again and she went
back down to Hell. When the doors of the elevator opened she found
herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth.
She saw her friends dressed in rags, picking up rubbish and putting it
in old sacks. The Devil approached and put his arm around her.
"I don't understand," stuttered the HR Manager, "Yesterday I was here,
and there was a golf course, and a country club, and we ate lobster, and
we danced and had a wonderful happy time. Now all there's just a dirty
wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."
The Devil looked at her and smiled. "Yesterday we were recruiting you,
today you're staff.
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The opinions given above may be mine. They might also
just be what I feel like saying right now, okay?
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