Why is everything my fault?
I left work early today.
I was on drive thru hot drinks.
We were running out of everything: cream, milk, cane syrup, 3 types of quencher bases, bacon, omelet bites, tea types, all the harry potter donuts, boston cream donuts...
The brew master wasn't brewing enough, i was doing my best, but we kept running out of coffee. Then the spouts of nearly every pot was blocked by grinds, so I had to rinse and unblock them.
Despite this, we were pumping out orders between 25-30 seconds, but it wasn't good enough for them. And it was my fault. They were saying it to my face, behind my back within earshot, and just giving me ugly glares.
How is that supposed to help me do what it is that you want?