Yo! MTV! I've Got a Treatment!
Yesterday I discovered that two of my employees are doin' it. Sigh. After I specifically said "No fucking the new guy, got it?!" It's not so much the sex that I care about, it's the post-coitus drama that will inevitably occur, along with the tears, and ultimately the under/overbaked work product. The Canary is way too small for patisserincest. Not to mention the holiday craziness that is pervading the place. So this, combined with the theivery post a few days back was just too much to bear. I fired one of them as a pre-emptive strike. I am a hard hearted bitch. But trust me, every time this sort of thing happens, it's like a telenovelas, hipster style. It's for the best.