That’s not actually true. I didn’t now, nor in the past have I, killed a man. Really.
I did, however, fire one.
This is the first time I’ve had to fire an employee. It wasn’t fun. It didn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy.
I suspect there are times when a person is fired out of anger or vindictiveness. I’ve heard this story. That wasn’t the case here. I really didn’t want to fire him. Unfortunately, I couldn’t NOT fire him. His job was not getting done. I couldn’t trust him to be independent in a job that required independence.
Now that I’m a few days away from it and have already written the letter to reply to his excuses (so many excuses), I still don’t feel better about it. I do, however, feel that I acted correctly for my staff and for the library and, by extension, the community.
That’s what I care about.