Ah, work-life balance! That corporate unicorn HR loves to flaunt, usually alongside phrases like, “We Value Our Employees”—always in bold, just in case anyone doubts it.
You stride into the office, a beacon of corporate efficiency, armed with the latest productivity app that promises to streamline your day down to the nanosecond. You’re the embodiment of the modern Human Resource professional, preaching the gospel of work-life balance with the zeal of a televangelist during a prime-time slot. You are well armed with policies and platitudes about the virtues of work-life balance, preaching its gospel to the masses like a
modern-day messiah. But as you settle into your ergonomic chair, sipping your fourth cup of bad coffee, the irony of your situation hits you like a ton of HR handbooks: You, my friend, are the poster child for hypocrisy in the realm of work-life balance.
You, the ever-dedicated HR professional, are the chosen preacher, the Gandhi of balance, delivering sermons on the virtues of disconnecting. And yet, there you are at midnight,...
