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06/26/2001 Entry: "Firing Line"

When I was working as a lawyer, I spent some time supervising other lawyers. I actually kind of liked doing that. I liked training the new attorneys, and I like to think I was pretty good at managing the personnel issues that came up. But last week, I had to do something that I've never had to do before as a supervisor. I had to fire one of my employees. Now this wasn't my decision alone, but I did the actual firing.

We work in an open layout office, so we had to arrange things so that everyone else was gone by 5pm and then Mike and I went upstairs and I told [former employee] that we had to talk. The three of us sat down on the couch and I delivered the bad news. I suppose that it's hard to be nice in a situation like this, but I told him that things just weren't working out for us where he was concerned. I laid a lot of the blame on us and a little on him, and then we said so long.

Frankly, I was relieved that the whole thing was as low key as it was, although I was so nervous about it that I was practically shaking at first.