My Bad

I messed up at work today. Badly. Rather, I messed up on March 24th and we didn't catch it until today. The discovery of the mistake definitely resulted in a personal record of faculty swears witnessed per minute (they're no chef or sailor, but I'm always startled to see 'grown ups' swear). It went something like this:

Whitecastle: %*$'in! *&$* hell, #^@* ()$#&! $#*, $#*, $#*! We're *$%#ed.

Moi: (silence)

Whitecastle: (flagging down NiceDoc) Hey, we have a problem [explain mistake]-

NiceDoc: Oh *$#&.

Expletives aside, however, they were very generous in not laying blame even though the mistake was very clearly my fault. They kept reassuring me that it was a fluke and that they responsible. I should not, they emphasized, feel bad about the whole thing.

Moi: So job safe?

Nice Doc: Job is definitely safe.

Whitecastle: Well, you could be fired tomorrow, but it'd be for something else. You're safe today.


Mother's first reaction to the story: Wow, you really messed up.

Mother's second reaction to the story: Canadians curse? Really?

Is it too late to enter her for some Mother of the Year contest?