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           It  would  have  fallen  on  me,  anyway,  as  director  of  human
        resources, to handle any personnel issues arising from the death of an
        employee on company property;  as luck would  have it, however, I
        was also the one who discovered the body and called the police. I had
        concluded on the spot  that an older worker had simply suffered  a
        stroke or heart attack while alone in the building after hours, but I
        knew  trying  to  gloss  it  over  by  sending  for  an  ambulance  and
        behaving  as  if  it  were  a  workman’s  compensation  case  would  not
        look good for me or for TimeWarper Toys.
           Yes, I had been tempted to try hushing it up, but secrets generate
        rumors, and rumors destroy morale. I had to be concerned about the
        impact  on  the  MIS  department  when  they  showed  up  Monday
        morning and found out through the distortions of the grapevine that
        one  of  their  coworkers  had  died  in  the  office  over  the  weekend.
        Maybe  the  individual  in  question  wasn’t  all  that  well-liked,  but
        everyone had seen enough televised scenes of mass anguish at high-
        school massacres and Balkan bombings to develop by “videosmosis”
        a  modern  ritual  of  grief  involving  endless  rounds  of  hugging,
        inarticulate encomia to the unexpectedly departed and construction
        of  heart-wrenching  shrines  from  the  detritus  of  trivia  now
        transformed  to  memorabilia.  All  of  which  would  reduce  job
        performance for several days, putting the Y2K project even further
        behind schedule.
          Is that harsh and cynical? It’s not my fault that HR is in fact the
        enforcer  for  management—within  legal  limits,  of  course!—while
        presenting  the  face  of  an  ombudsman  to  labor.  I  had  to  walk  a
        narrow line, one I struggled constantly to widen for my own support.
        This is the business world, after all, and the law of the jungle applies
        to all equally. Perhaps I have been in this field too long, and should
        embark  upon  another  career  path.  What  followed  that  Saturday
        morning shock was certainly enough to sour me on TimeWarper, at
        any rate. I spent the rest of that day and a good part of Sunday on a
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