it's me, not you

here’s the thing about firing people : it’s such a fucking pain in the ass.

no, it’s not that i feel compassion or reluctance, because i don’t.  i don’t try to create opportunities where i have to let someone go, but if it comes to that, i have absolutely no problem with doing so.

except i don’t know what to say when they ask “may i ask why?”

so i stutter.  i can’t exactly tell them “because you’re stupid and i don’t think you’re smart enough to make sandwiches the right way.”  So i automatically switch into “it’s me, not you” mode.  fuck, like i’m breaking up with him or something.

“we just feel that it’s best in both our interests this way.  i mean, we don’t have much hours to offer you anyways, so maybe this is a great chance for you to look for a better job.”

translation :

“it’s better this way for both of us.  i mean, i’m so busy with work i can’t spend much time with you, so this way, you can look for someone who can give you the attention and love you deserve”

so i guess i broke up with my 2 week fling today.  He really wasn’t that good anyways.