IF

Disclaimer: Whatever is written here is plain and simple mindless stuff. Not to hurt anyone; The intention is just to have fun!

If you can keep your head count when all about you
Are losing theirs and try poaching on you;
If you can enjoy yourself when all other men curse you,
But make allowance for their cursing too;
If you can talk global and not be tired of gassing,
Or, implement Balanced Score Card, and create imbalance,
Or, suffocate, and don't give way to self-suffocation,
And yet talk too good, and sound too wise;

If you can recruit - and not make the recruits your master;
If you can train - and not make learning your aim;
If you can meet with your boss and subordinate
And treat those two just the same as strangers;
If you can bear to hear the Pre-Placement Talks you've spoken
Twisted & turned to make a trap for the innocent,
Or watch the Assessment Center Reports you gave your life to be shredded,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your deliverables
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and happily grin at the poor guy who takes them all home
And never breath a word about it to your boss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "I am designing your Performance Appraisal System";

If you can talk with crowds and network big time,
Or walk with kings – in the pretext of 360 degree feedback;
If neither foes nor loving friends can correct you;
If all men crib with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distant run (away from the problem) -
Yours is the Firm and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a HR my son!

- Goodyard Toppling!