I remember the first time I fired someone. It was the son of the founder of a company we had bought. He didn't go without plenty of arguing. I gotten better at it over time, but it is still not a pleasant task.

This morning I dismissed our housemaid Remani.  The deciding events happened last week.  First,   she insisted that Amy make her breakfast. Second, Amy had friends over and hers friends pointed out that their housemaids worked much faster and better. Finally, on Saturday we had left in the car and I had come back to the house to grab something. As I walked in the door she was sitting at the table drinking Max's juice. 

She is a very nice person. That makes it all the harder.  But we decided that we needed to do the difficult task of letting a nice person go so that we could find someone who can meet our work expectations. We don't have the luxury of paying for someone who can't meet expectations.

I hate the idea of saying "YOU'RE FIRED!" But it almost came to that today.  She just couldn't understand what I was saying. Finally I just said "dismissed". And she understood.

Shawn