I apologised profusely for the accident and they told me to ask around for oven gloves to dispose of the couple of scones that had fallen off the plate in the process. Back at the counter, this asshole colleague refused to tell me where the oven gloves were and insisted that I ask the chef to bring out the scones. Even though I didn't want to get more people involved in this, I told him about the plate and he said he'd bring it out himself. Because he didn't know which scones had fallen off, he ended up serving the whole batch to the customers.
Today, when I spoke with the recruitment agency, they said I wasn't going to be working there any more because I was rude (What?! Where did they get that from?) and I had served dirty scones to customers. Furious, I called up the manager to explain that I never served those scones. True I admit I was forced to put the plate down and I tried to clean up that mistake, but it was the asshole colleague who wouldn't tell me where the oven gloves were and served the scones himself. Naturally, the guy would never admit to serving those scones if only to cover his ass, and the manager was obtuse beyond belief over the situation. "Sorry, I can't help you any more" was his catchphrase. So thanks to that stupid accident, a shithead colleague and a narrowminded git of a manager, I'm back looking for work after thinking I've found relief for two days. I hate my life.














