The Chinese woman at my work who is allergic to personal accountability, fucks up very often and just makes things generally harder for my managers.
She can speak English sort-of but her comprehension of what's being asked of her is something else; I've figured that she's been coasting by on the bare minimum during her time in this country.
She never asks "sorry, could you explain again?" when she doesn't understand something and basically guesses. The result? A basic task is fucked up, and when she's confronted about it she panics and reaches for any excuse her little mind can reach for - "Oh, this coworker was doing this" (throwing people under the bus, she tried doing it to me
right in front of me when she was asked about an excess of money left in the till overnight. Fortunately the managers were like "um, no we're asking you Chinese Lady"); she then tried pulling out of her arse that it wasn't her on the till that evening. Guess what she does?
CL: Oh, it wasn't me on the till
Supervisor: But you were signed into that till
CL: Someone else must've used my code
Supervisor: Why would someone else have your code? You're not meant to give it to anyone else
CL: Well it wasn't me
Supervisor: Okay, we'll check the cameras to see who was on that evening (

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She also used to do shopping deliveries for the store, had to be rescued more than once by another driver because she got lost, delivered defrosted/lukewarm chilled goods to people, and finally ended up being taken off entirely because she nearly collided with another car, whose driver caught it on his dashcam, making the business look bad (it's a van with our branding plastered all over it) as well as scaring the shit out of a member of the public - made us wonder what lunatic driving she'd been doing that hadn't been reported.
She did eventyally get sacked (or "asked to leave") but she managed to get rehired. You know how? Because she ran crying to the union (which I told her about, regretfully) who saw a case worthy of getting their thumbs out of their bums and somehow got her rehired on "a technicality". She can't touch the delivery van thankfully and is mostly designated to shop floor work unless she's desperately needed on a checkout which is a gamble.
The mystifying thing is, though, why the fuck would you come back after the business has made it plain that they don't want you? Because she's still convinced she did nothing wrong and that everyone's out to get her because she's Chinese, not because she's a fuckup, a coward and a liar who no one likes being around.
She ended up "on probation" when operating the tills which means she needed someone else to authorise her when she puts through an age-restricted product. The reason this happened with her is because when operating our self-service tills and authorising age-restricted stuff we have the option of selecting "driving license" or "passport" shown when receiving proof someone is old enough to buy cigs or booze or whatever.
She kept selecting passports - hardly anyone carries their passports when they go shopping, it's usually their driving licenses they present - it showed that she wasn't paying attention when she was meant to be making sure to age-check customers so she got put on the shopworker equivelent of training wheels again.
She has a particular hateboner for one of my coworkers because she kept challenging her mistakes - you know, like a competent supervisor should when they spot mistakes being made. One day I watched CL aggressively stab at her pot of noodles in the break room while ranting to me that Supervisor was out to "rule the store" or something and kept her down specifically "because I'm Chinese" like a paranoid maniac. Bitch, this is a supermarket, not the Emperor's Court.
Like any of the other staff Supervisor talks to her as little as possible because she knows she's walking poison.
You've probably gathered that I despise her, and despite her trying to gaslight me into taking the blame for her error with the money debacle she still slithers up to me and treats me like her confidant; "the only good one" (because I'm a quiet and passive person who's been too heavily conditioned to tell people to fuck off), when she pats me on the shoulder and laughs at something I do I physically recoil inside. The area manager came to visit one day and I watched her throw herself at the woman as though she was greeting a best friend; she's obviously latched hard onto the "brown-nose your higher-ups to stay in their good graces" schtick.
And I'm pretty confident that she doesn't actually think I'm her only friend because the supervisor said that when she was being questioned about the money fuck up in the office she "slagged me off the most". I've known these people for years and I get on well with them. She's a contemptible snake.
Her latest screw-up is taking names for a raffle draw. I don't know the specific details but after she'd been taking names that day after selling their tickets I saw my supervisor and a manager flipping through the booklet with confused looks on their faces so that's another mess they had to sort out.
Whew, this was a long one.