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TIFU by texting my boss and not my co worker

Today I fucked up when I accidentally texted my boss and not my co worker. Back story: my phone is weird, whenever I save a contact in my phone even if I "delete" it, it'll still be there. I still have contacts in from years ago that I have never used like, from potential jobs and stuff but because it won't delete, its still in there so, I decided given that there's a chance I won't work out given that I'm still in my 90 days, there's no point in permanently saving my workers numbers forever more and not being able to delete them so, I just left it as their phone number. Well, my boss then decided to make work group chats for call offs and shift pick ups and stuff like that. Well, I don't know who anyone is given that there's over 10 of us so, I started saving their names. Well both my boss and one of the cooks have a similar name, especially if you're not really paying attention and just see their name flash across your phone so, I had clicked on what I thought was my co worker, turns out, it was my boss. Now, luckily it wasn't anything inappropriate or incriminating or anything. I had just mentioned something funny one of our residents at our facility said and she had texted "what" in response and still not realizing it was my boss, I doubled down and explained further in depth what I was talking about and it wasn't till I was leaving the store that I realized I had sent it to my boss and not her. Luckily she didn't respond and I just apologized for sending the wrong text but, its still embarrassing. I just hope I don't get fired. TL;DR. There wasn't any terrible consequences (yet) just embarrassment and crippling anxiety that I'm gunna get fired lol 🤣🤣💀💀

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