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TIFU by trying to help my coworker but they ended up getting written up

So I have a coworker who I've worked with for about 6 months and she's pretty chill but I wouldn't say we're friends. A couple of days ago she texted me saying she was running late because of a family emergengy and asked if I wouldn't mind clocking her in since she didn't want to be in trouble for being late. I really contemplated doing it since I know I could get in trouble for it, but I figured it was a family emergency which I sympathized with, and she's never asked for anything like this before. So I waited a few minutes and clocked her in about 5 minutes after her shift was supposed to start, but she ended up being over 30 minutes late which really had me regretting my decision to help her. Once she got in she was very apologetic and appreciated me helping her. I said no worries and we moved on. Today my manager pulled me aside to talk about some inconsistencies with the time logs. Apparently our system actually tracks when we log into our workstation on top of clocking in, and the manager noticed there was quite a descrepency on that day. My manager asked if I had clocked in for her, and I admitted I did and explained the situation. This ended up with my coworker getting written up, and myself getting a warning for clocking her in. My coworker is upset with me for outing her which is ridiculous becuase she should have just been honest and shown up late, and I did a huge favour for her which sacrificied my job on top of things. Safe to say I won't be helping her ever again.

TL;DR: TIFU by clocking in my coworker when she was running late, now she got written up and I got a warning

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