The Time I thought I was in Final Destination.
The following paragraphs may seem to jump from one non-sequitur to another. Believe me, it all works out in the end.

I was working behind the bar one evening. I believe it was Summer 2006 and there was an England World Cup match on. Naturally, it was a bit crowded and it happened to be with one day of the British summer that was slightly warmer than the other ones. Being a nice pub, we pulled out all the stops and installed fans and air conditioners around the place.

Some of these air conditioners were put behind the bar (if you work behind a bar, you probably know how hot it can get there, even on the coldest of days).

Also, for the hot summer days, we had just recently installed a system in the cellar that would make the beer "extra cold". This was a system of two motors, both connected, that kept the beer chilled between 1 - 4 degrees celcius.

There were also some non-drinkers in, so we had to keep a lot of ice going for cold soft drinks.

After some time, everything started going wrong. The Ice Machine was maxed out, and the dishwasher began to leak and then ultimately break. This meant that some of the workers that were having a day off had to be called in to wash the glasses by hand in the cellar.

Lucky me. It was my day off.

After an hour or so of not watching the football, I started getting a bit pissed off in the cellar. I was putting a lot more vigour into my work (ie, kicking random boxes and buckets out of the way). One of these buckets landed in the sinkfull of water we were using to wash the glasses my hand.

Oh shit.

As the bucket flew in, a fuckload of water came splashing out.

Oh bollocks.

The ice machine, still running but producing no ice, was covered in a torrent of water. The electricity travelled through the water that was all over the floor due to the dishwasher leaking.

Oh fucking fuck.

The dishwasher prominently exploded, crashing into the two motors that were making the beer extra cold, which fell on the compressed barrels of beer. Said barrels blew their lids and beer frothed everywhere.

My co-worker got hit in the head by a barrel lid, but luckily survived. The damage was in the five-figure sum.

Hmm.
( __, Thu 25 Oct 2007, 22:57, 4 replies)

oh friz.
you silly sausage.
( moohalaa, Thu 25 Oct 2007, 23:07, closed)

If I had a day off
and work rang, I just wouldn't answer and tell them the next day I was out.
(Cuthbert Annihilator, Thu 25 Oct 2007, 23:55, closed)

Haha, that sounds worthy of a Mr Bean episode.

( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Fri 26 Oct 2007, 0:34, closed)

Serves them right
for setting up the cellar like the Mousetrap board game!
( chart cat has an itch, Fri 26 Oct 2007, 7:39, closed)