Setting a bad example

 

Come on in.

Don’t look around.

I’m talking to YOU.

You’re the only one here, aren’t you?

Sit down.

In the chair, stupid.

Do I have to tell you everything?

I know you can barely see me over the lip of my desk.

Just sit and listen.

It’s about time we had this talk.

Stop crying, for Christ’s sake.

I don’t want people in the other offices to think I raked you over the coals before I let you go.

Anybody can tell with your face so red, and they’ll blame me.

I have to work with them after you’re gone. So behave.

I know you have a family.

I know you’re too old to find a new job.

I know you’re deep in debt, but I didn’t make you borrow as much as you did.

Maybe I could have paid you more.

But you hardly kept up with the quota as it is.

Don’t hand me any crap about me changing the quota when too many people reached it.

You don’t hear anybody else complaining do you?

Who? Tell me who?

Why should they be scared of me?

Of course I know they want to keep their jobs, too.

They’re the reason I have to let you go.

What kind of example would I set if I let you get away with not meeting your quota when everybody else has to?

Stop crying, Damn it.

I told you, stop crying!

Look on the bright side of things.

You can always collect welfare.

 

 

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