Brian, I know you've been here a long time and you work hard, but we just can't keep you on. My nephew just got out of college but he spent the whole time drinking so now he can't get a job on his own. You know how these things are; we just can't afford to pay him and you, and, well, you look kind of wimpy so you're the person I'm least afraid is going to come back and shoot the place up.
Well, I'm sorry you don't think that's fair, Brian, but yes, you're fired. The laws on my side, you know.
By the way, we're going to be paying my nephew twice as much as you make now. Yeah, and he won't ever actually come to work. Since he's my nephew, nobody will be brave enough to tell me how awful he is because they'll be too afraid of being fired. You're sort of an example, see.
Well if you think it's that big of a deal, maybe you should have formed some sort of union? Yeah, if you'd done that, I could have negotiated a contract with them, and then everyone would know exactly what I've agreed they are entitled to. Then there wouldn't be so much office in-fighting over leave and who gets raises. And also, then I could tell my nephew no, that he has to start at the bottom like everyone else, and he couldn't be mad at me about it, because, well, there's a union. I mean, this is pretty simple stuff.
Why are you still here?