So, replacing Nick after a promotion is a thing. Poached on the kitchens, stole their part-timer dishwasher.
Me: "And this isn't a done deal, Chris. Yes, it's a raise, it's full time, and you get benefits for the first time in your life, but it's also more work. And you will work, or out you go. You have two options, here: You can fail and go back to the kitchens, or you can shake your ass like your momma taught you and get things done. If you do that, eventually you will move up to better things. The custodial manager is a merciless tyrant, and he is frankly opposed to all of this, so know in advance that it's going to be an uphill battle. So, that being said, do you still want this?"
Chris: "Yes."
Me: "Good. We're going to do great things."
Chris: "As a janitor?"
Me: "Stack that up next to three and a half years of washing dishes 20 hours/week. If you want a career in the trades, it's a long hard slog. This is because you are young and those of us who make decisions are old, and we hate you for your youth. I mean, really, I could just stick you straight into an apprenticeship and you'd do fine, but that isn't how these things work. You don't have enough bile yet, and you wouldn't appreciate things properly."
Chris: "Wow. Billy and Nick weren't kidding. You're nuts."
Me: "That is an illusion caused by the fact that you are on THAT side of the desk and I am on THIS side of the desk. However, I admire your courage in saying so, so we'll just start you off cleaning the locker rooms for the gyms."
Chris: "Fuck."
Me: "Consider this your first lesson: Speaking truth to power is often painful, and solves nothing at all. Now, it's time to go to work."