Most of us know what it's like to get fired. My collar heats up just thinking about the painful whips of rejection. The first employer to ever fire me was McDonald's. I deserved to get fired. I stole food, showed up late, and treated the managers with disrespect. I had it coming.
Some of us have watched a firing, and some of us have done the firing. If you're about to be fired, you sense it coming. I dreaded the confrontations, yet each one was surprisingly civil. The only employee who ever heard me say the words "you're fired" moved on to a higher wage with a shorter commute. Three years later, that employee's tenure was a blip to both of us.
The second employer to fire me was Dairy Queen. A manager once told me that if I didn't pick up the pace with the grill, I would be moved to the drive-through. Every guy got stuck working the grill, which had the longest list of cleaning duties. At least in the drive-through, I could practice my Kermit the Frog impression. That's not why I got fired. I don't fully remember why I got fired. But I probably deserved it.
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