HR Bloggers: I'm Number 101


I began the summer by creating a blog where I could write about Human Resources issues in my sloppy, edgy, cynical voice. In the spirit of not-giving-a-shit — which is always a rather dangerous spirit, by the way — I published my Human Resources manifesto. My thesis was simple: Human Resources is irrelevant. It’s not connected to Corporate America’s strategic business imperatives. Also, the job itself sucks.

It’s now autumn, and I have discovered that there are at least 100 HR bloggers who are better and more effective writers. In some ways, it’s good to know that I’m not the only dork in America who thinks Human Resources can be a compelling and interesting topic; however, it’s scary to see how many bloggers have an elevated view of the importance of a Human Resources department.

I’m not militant about many issues, but when it comes to the value of HR, I just don’t see it. I think Human Resources is the bane of most effective & profitable companies.

  • HR challenges the status quo by dumbing it down.
  • If there’s a will, there is a way that HR will stop you from doing it.
  • We interrupt your day to demonstrate our irrelevance.

Now that I’ve seen this list of the top 100 HR Bloggers, I realize that more HR professionals than I suspected are killing time at work by mocking employees and congratulating themselves for being both witty and productive. (To think that I used to do eBay and celebrity gossip at work!)

While the world of talent management and colleague development is changing, it’s not changing fast enough. Your average Human Resources Generalist is overworked, underpaid, and is employed in a department with very few rules or standards. Just like your favorite IT colleague who is the first to accidentally REPLY TO ALL when he receives a company email message, your HR Generalist is deep in the trenches — behind the scenes — fighting with her supervisor over power & authority. She’s also gossiping behind your back.

And by she, I mean me. That used to be me. And my peers. And my supervisors. And their supervisors.

The shoemaker

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