A job as a manager where most of my employees are tiny men doesn’t come with many perks. But one of them is when one such tiny man fails to perform his duties adequately and then must be demoted. Whenever that happens, I and the other giantess women actually argue over who will be the one to do the demoting, that’s how much we love it. Today, luckily, I have that opportunity. A sad little creature is sitting in his tiny chair in my office waiting for what will end up being the last meeting of his life. His work has been so very disappointing, and I have ensured that I’ll be hungry just in time for his demotion…