cursed to be underwater
my department flooded twice.

first time, a pipe burst on the ground floor and filtered through to the basement. all power was instantly killed to prevent an electrical fire. did i mention that the basement floor had no windows? this left the kitchenware, wedding and gift department floundering around in darkness, trying to shepherd out old people who were still trying to trawl through shelves of ugly pottery animals in the pitch black while dirty water poured down the staircase and through the air vents in the ceiling.

two hours later. no joy. all three departments must go home but our keys are inside our lockers inside the dark, water-logged basement. we take off our shoes, hitch up our trousers and go wading through the basement.

second time, my concession flooded. our stockroom was directly below the street and leak started during a particular bad rainstorm. over about £100,000 worth of stock. i was 16, alone and absolutely petrified. best yet, the stockroom was slightly sloped so the filthy water would run down to the other concession stockroom. me and the other two concession girls made a fireman's chain, dumped all of the stock on one side onto the department floor then made a make-shift barrier on the floor out of boxes, duct tape, bubble wrap and anything else sticky / waterproof that we could lay our hands on. all the while, you guessed it, old ladies were running amok, rummaging through the wreckage of the stockroom.
(ladyintheradiator, Wed 16 May 2012, 12:57, 2 replies)

No emergency lighting?

( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Wed 16 May 2012, 20:15, closed)

Was going to say.
As your OSH rep. tsk, tsk!
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Wed 16 May 2012, 20:49, closed)