Well I can see why there is a men's rights movement, especially with the biase in the work place and courts, Here in Canada this could easily happen to you.
Say you run a restaurant, that you built from the ground for 20 years. now one day one of your wait staff moves away so you need to hire someone new. So this girl cute little girl from a local university. Now right from the start this girl is a issue, she crews order and is rude to the other staff and after a few weeks you decide enough is enough and she has to go. So you fire her. then what?
Well what happens if she goes to the labor board and claims that you tried to suck your cock in the office, even if it is a total lie?
Here in Canada your ruined by that, because even if the labor board does not shut down your restaurant, the legal fees very well could and you even if your found innocent you will likely be called a pervert for the rest of your life. Also you better hope your family believes you when you say she's lying because it can ruin your family life too.
Say you run a restaurant, that you built from the ground for 20 years. now one day one of your wait staff moves away so you need to hire someone new. So this girl cute little girl from a local university. Now right from the start this girl is a issue, she crews order and is rude to the other staff and after a few weeks you decide enough is enough and she has to go. So you fire her. then what?
Well what happens if she goes to the labor board and claims that you tried to suck your cock in the office, even if it is a total lie?
Here in Canada your ruined by that, because even if the labor board does not shut down your restaurant, the legal fees very well could and you even if your found innocent you will likely be called a pervert for the rest of your life. Also you better hope your family believes you when you say she's lying because it can ruin your family life too.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
