So turns out, life is really, really hard for me…

Today I had to work at the pharmacy, and it was slow so we were trying to get some house-keeping-esque things accomplished. My dad/boss told me that I should take care of the dishes. This is the ultimate insult because nothing is worse than having to wash 2 whole dishes while being paid for it. Awful. In the pharmacy at the back there is a teeny-tiny sink next to the fax machine and the answering machine, power cords etc. The first step in dishes is trying to get the water to a temperature that could kill some germs. Problem 1: our water heater is about 6.45 miles away from the sink so it takes about 10 minutes to get warm water, so I turn the water on and continue with my other tasks. I’m helping customers, answering phones and the drive-up, being a good little employee. While I’m talking to an old lady at the counter I hear a swooshing sound, but choose to ignore it, and continue helping others. Then I hear it again, what the hell? I go to investigate. There is an f-ing typhoon spilling over the counter from the sink. Evidently something has plugged up the sink and 10 minutes worth of water is spilling over. I start cussing like a crazy person, “shit, shit, shit” is all of the words that I could muster up. There is an inch of water on the counter that the $1500 answering system is now floating on, along with three power cords and a fax machine. Shit, shit, shit. I take off in a run only to be greeted by the man-made swamp that I have created in the back of the store. Literally standing water, flowing over my shoes, I should have brought a suit and some floaties. I went and got the girl that I was working with because I was too embarrassed to admit to my dad that I’m an idiot. She and I alternate holding the enormous machinery up while trying to absorb the great lakes from the back of the store. The entire time she is freaking out because she doesn’t want to be electrocuted. Suck it up girlfriend, we're drowning here. My dad walks over and I am holding the fax machine up and she has a pile a half story high of drenched paper towels. His response, “I thought you two were smarter than that.” Evidently not. God, life is hard.