I hate Wednesday mornings, hate them with a passion. I have to be at work by 6am, meaning I have to get up at 4:30 to get ready and get there on time. For some people, this would be easy. Me, not so much. I'm not a morning person at all. To be honest, I'd sleep to noon every day if I could. And really, sleep, what is that? I go to bed between 11 and midnight, but I can't fall asleep. I just lay there are think of things I've forgotten, or worry about what I need to do the next day. If I try to go to bed earlier, I just lay there awake even longer.
So yesterday when the alarm started buzzing, I wanted so badly to turn it off and go back to sleep. The bed was warm and I had little feet snuggled in next to mine. I hated to risk waking him up, I know he had slept fitfully all night. I, myself had only gotten 2 hours of sleep.
I finally willed myself out of bed twenty minutes later, and got on my way to work. I arrive to hear that the coffee pot is on the fritz. Last thing I want that early in the day is for anything to come between me and my coveted coffee. I go along my business, trying to get in the mood to be there when I hear a sudden rush of water.
I look across the restaurant to see a river of water flowing out from the side room. The water was literally an inch deep and running without mercy into the kitchen. This was not how I needed to start my day. The water just kept coming too, we tried to deflect it, mop it up, but it was useless. Finally, we trekked to the basement to find a clogged pipe, after there was a good three inch lake of disgusting, dirty water filling the kitchen.
This is how my Wednesday went, dealing with a gross water filled kitchen at work. This is why I despise Wednesdays so much.