Head of People and Culture

A ChatGPT story

Ivan Spoljaric
3 min readApr 16, 2023
Photo by Park Troopers on Unsplash

Today was the day. Just another ordinary day at the office, but with a twist of fate, I could feel it in my bones. I had been brewing the perfect plan for months, waiting for the opportune moment to unleash my HR brilliance upon the unsuspecting world.

Coffee in hand, I glanced around my humble office, my comrades oblivious to the grand machinations their senior colleague had been concocting. The smell of ambition, or perhaps it was just the stale aroma of microwaved lunch, wafted through the air. How could they not see the potential in the very department they worked in? But alas, it was not their responsibility to steer this ship, it was mine.

The mundane tasks of recruiting and interviewing, ah, how they had weighed upon me like a thousand bricks! The sheer boredom of it all, like watching paint dry or grass grow, only served to fan the flames of my cunning scheme. My eyes would glaze over as I conducted yet another exit interview, all the while imagining the day when I, the grand architect of HR, would rise to my rightful place.

Head of People and Culture – the title shimmered in my mind, like a beacon of power and influence. I chuckled softly to myself, so as not to rouse suspicion. I had spent countless nights devising a labyrinth of strategies, each more intricate than the last. Layers upon layers, like a meticulously crafted tiramisu, my plan was nothing short of diabolical.

First, I would revolutionize the hiring process. No more bland, uninspired interviews! I'd create a gauntlet of challenges to truly test the mettle of our candidates, separating the wheat from the chaff. And as for my fellow HR colleagues, well, they would be remodeled, remolded into the very image of my ingenuity. I'd train them in the dark arts of corporate influence, in the subtle ways of guiding company culture and shaping the very essence of our organization.

My heart quickened as I contemplated the next phase of my master plan. I would infiltrate every department, planting seeds of inspiration, whispering brilliant ideas into the ears of our leaders. They would never know the true source of their newfound wisdom. I would be the puppet master, pulling the strings of our company's destiny, all from behind the curtain of the HR department.

All of these maneuvers, however, were but a prelude to my ultimate goal: a significant salary raise. I could taste it, the sweet, sweet nectar of financial reward, as if it were already mine. Of course, it would be a subtle increase, nothing to draw attention, but enough to remind me that my devious plans had succeeded.

As I sipped my coffee, a devious grin spread across my face. My colleagues continued their daily tasks, blissfully unaware of the imminent upheaval in the world of HR.

They would soon bear witness to the rise of the Head of People and Culture, and nothing would ever be the same. The time had come to set my plan in motion. It was time to unleash the full force of my HR mastermind genius. And oh, what a glorious day it would be!



Ivan Spoljaric

Software Developer | Freelancer @ Toptal | Remote Worker | Lifelong Learner