"You're Fired!"

I've never been in a position where I've had to fire someone before. I've always thought it would be a little like breaking up. Haha. Or maybe like telling a junior, "Hey, I'm sorry but you've not been accepted into the Prefectorial Board." You break a little bit of heart and bruise a bit of ego but... the person generally steps away unscathed, albeit a little emotionally scarred.

But two days ago, I came to realise

that it's not exactly the same.

Donald Trump makes it seem so easy saying those two words nobody ever wants to hear but... trust me, it's not easy at all. It's not easy to do what's best for you, best for your company, or even best for your family... if it means being the bad guy to somebody else. It's just not easy being the bad guy. Period. But sometimes... a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do when enough is enough and too much is just too much. :-/

Having said that, I didn't exactly

use the words, "You're fired!" 

Too harsh; too harsh.

 

Instead, I went with, "Pack your bags."

Sounds better, right? :-/