A Special Kind Of Screw-Up

I was an overworked supervisor at a fast-food-type bakery chain that cooked pies and sausage rolls from frozen. A colleague accidentally baked a whole tray — around twenty — of a seasonal product that looked similar to but was not sausage rolls. At best, we usually sold two or three of these special bakes an hour, and it was toward the end of lunch so I knew we wouldn’t shift them normally.

I packaged them up in packs of four and discounted them heavily because I’d get in trouble for having a lot of wastage if we didn’t sell them. Of course, we were short of actual sausage rolls for a while because he put the wrong tray in the first time around.

When I got the second tray out, guess what? It was another full tray of special bakes. I almost killed him.