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The worst part of my job.

 
I just got back from Phoenix. It was 90 deg and sunny. This is not the bad part.
 
I had to go down and fire one of my technicians. I don’t like this part of my job – it sucks. And this guy was my biggest guy – probably 6’6" and 300 lbs. Also, he was exmilitary. It was kind of scary.
 
He took it well thankfully and said he expected it. Phew.
 
Then he said he was going home to hang out in his pool and drink a couple of beers. Would it have been in poor taste to ask if I could come too?
 
<Aside: I’m watching the finale of the Biggest Loser – can anyone tell me what the hell Bob’s wearing?! If America didn’t realize he was gay prior to this, they have to know now.>
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