When I was in high school I was a receptionist/hostess at a fancy country club. I was terrible at both roles. As a receptionist I would take dinner reservations over the phone, taking the person’s party size and preferred time, but would forget to ask them for their name! Needless to say, I messed up quite a few dinner plans back then. Then, as a hostess, I would be asked to do little tasks around the restaurant’s kitchen during down time when I wasn’t seating members at their dinner tables. I was once asked to make coffee, and had never done it before. The giant, industrial sized coffee machine was more than intimidating to me. I threw a couple flimsy filters in the machine and pushed a button. Nothing happened immediately so I pushed the button again and again, and left the kitchen. Ten minutes later, the head chef angrily came out of the kitchen demanding to know why there was a huge puddle of coffee covering half the kitchen floor. I was completely mortified. This job lasted a whole summer. I’m not sure why they never fired me!