"Well, you see," you start to explain, "I'm a valuable asset to this company because...I'm sorry, let me pause there; are you losing weight? You look great today."
"Thank you," your employer replies. "You're fired."
"Oh," you say. What else can you say?
To the Bee Gees, your former boss says, "Do you three idiots think you can do that idiot's job?" The band murmers amongst themselves, gives an enthusiastic yes, exchanges a highfive, then heads off to your desk.