A highly successful Human Resources Manager was tragically knocked

> down by a Bus and killed. Her soul arrived at the Pearly Gates, where

> St. Peter welcomed her:

> "Before you get settled in," he said, "We have a little problem... you

> see, weve never had a Human Resources Manager make it this far before

> and were not really sure what to do with you."

> "Oh, I see," said the woman. "Cant you just let me in?"

>

> "Well, Id like to," said St Peter, "But I have higher orders. Were

> instructed to let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven, and then

> you are to choose where youd like to go for all eternity."

> "Actually, I think Id prefer Heaven", said the woman.

> "Sorry, we have rules..." at which St. 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 St. Peter was

> waiting for her.

> "Now its 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 days end St Peter returned. "So," he said, "Youve spent a day

> in Hell and youve 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, St.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 dont 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 theres 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 youre staff."