Sheila f*cks up on first day at job, police surround the entire workplace
Mate, we’ve all had jobs where we’ve f**ked sh*t up while we were learning the ropes. It’s part and parcel of learning. Make a simple mistake, find out where you cocked it up and go back and fix it. It’s a great way to learn resilience and master a new skill. Of course, when we’re talking about f**k ups, we’re not really talking about the kind of fuck up that results in having the cops at work…
Okay, so let’s put this out there to start with: when someone new is starting somewhere new, assume total ignorance. They usually know nothing – and if you haven’t given them the low down, you have to take some of the blame.
Having said that, if you’d just started a new job and there was a button under the desk (and you had no idea what that button was for), you’d probably consider pushing it but leave it alone because of your social conditioning.
No chance for the author of this hilarious Reddit post. While waiting for her supervisor to finish chatting with the boss, the chick, who goes by the name marifairi, felt a little button under the desk.
So today was my first day of work. I (hopefully still) work as a hostess at a family restaurant, and I got the job through a classmate I don’t know very well, who assured the manager that I was perfect for the job (ooooooh boy). I walk in, and my trainer goes through the whole routine. At some point he brings me up to the front desk to meet another worker, when they both suddenly get called into the kitchen on their walkie talkies. So now I’m standing alone at the front desk with nothing to do. Minutes pass, and I get tired of gazing around so I start touching things on the desk. An extra clicky pen. A clipboard. Crayons. Then, my hand rests on a large button nested in a clump of wires, just laying on the desk. I examine it, and apparently some primal monkey part of my brain thinks that it’s suitable for clicking, so I start clicking it. I just stand there for about two minutes, clicking the button nonstop. As I hear footsteps approaching I shove my hands in my pockets and pretend that I was looking over my handbook. My trainer tells me that he wants to show me how to clean the bathrooms, so I follow him. As I’m in the bathroom I hear faint sirens, but I think nothing of it (once again, monkey brain). My trainer gets called into the kitchen again, but this time he is instructed to bring the new girl.
A few moments later, while cleaning the dunnies, the cops showed up and f**ken surrounded the joint. In the chick’s own words:
As we walk into the kitchen I am immediately met with a group of people with confused, disapproving faces, including my manager and about three police officers. My manager then asked me if I pressed the 911 button. My trainer says “I didn’t show it to her yet” and I nod along, still oblivious. So then, my manager and the officers take me to the front, where they show me the 911 button. You guessed it, that’s the button I fidgeted with earlier. All I could think of saying was “Oh, yeah, that was me” (I was surrounded by restaurant guests and officers intimidate my monkey brain). When everything calmed down, my manager took me into her office to talk to me. She explained that while I was in the bathroom, the police came and surrounded the whole restaurant. The officers came in through the back, ready to catch a robbery/shooting in action. They thought that we were in imminent danger because they were called 348 times.
The poor dear had a falling out with the friend who got her the job – and is worried to go back to work now because of the embarrassment. What should she do?
Final thought: Work f**k-ups happen all the time. It’s just better when it happens to someone else, don’t you think? Let us know how you’ve fucked up at work and add it to the comments.
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