Starbucks Misadventures

Tonight I flooded the back room of Starbucks.  I mean, no Katrina, but we're talking about 2 inches of water all over.  And not just water - soapy, foamy, bubbly mop water.  All around all our supplies.  Luckily it was Allison-proofed and most everything was off the ground.  How, you say?  Well simple.  

I have the memory of a fish.  I started filling the mop bucket, and then decided to go out front.  I'm so productive that way.  Talk about out of sight out of mind... my supervisor asked me to do something, so I did, of course.  Then at least 10-15 minutes later, he goes back and screams.  I have a moment where I think, What's he being so dramatic about now?  It clearly has nothing to do with me.  Then BOOM, I remember.  Ooops.  This miiiiight have something to do with me.  

I appear at the scene of the crime... water everywhereeee.  My coworker looks so flustered that he can't handle it and runs to the front, leaving me to assess this wonderful situation.  I use my best detective skills and see that there's one little drain, so I figure I must get all the water to that drain.  Clever, I know.  So I spend the next 15 minutes sloshing around like a baby deer on ice and manage to squeegee a majority of the water and bubbles into/toward the drain.  I think I did them a favor by deep cleaning the entire floor.  I should get a raise.  I also should have gotten a photo.  I promise if this ever happens again to get one. 

carpe diem, hakuna matata, no day but today... redhead OUT.