Fish Tank Break Down

I collapsed into the swivel chair with a sigh, leaning my head back to stare at the ceiling. Finally. A break from work, from customers, from everything. I closed my eyes, putting my aching feet up on the table.
Only an hour left. I told myself.
One more hour and I could go home and get away from the crazy that was work today. I could have kept going, I suppose. Gone right until the end of work and then sat down. But I took my chance when I finally had someone come in to cover me. Just a few minutes to sit down, to get away from the idiotic customers that thought they knew everything. To get away from responsibilities for just a sec--
"Tammie! Report to the Fish Wall Immediately!" Came Roger's voice over the intercom system.
I literally groaned out loud. "Seriously?" He knew I was on break! What could be 'so' important that it couldn't wait ten more freaking minutes?
Ten seconds went by. "Tammie, to the Fish wall. Now." Roger's voice repeated with a hint of panic.
I huffed, swinging my legs off the table and stood. If he'd forgotten how to bag fish again I was going to be so pissed.

I heard the water flowing from across the store. I frowned. Too loud. That was too loud. My steps quickened into a run as I glanced down one of the isles and saw a stream of water flowing out from under the fish tanks.
Oh no.
Oh no.
I dashed into the back to find a sopping Roger holding a towel desperately over a cracked pipe. "Tammie!" He cried in relief. "How do you turn this off?!" Water sprayed everywhere, despite his attempts to block the flow. Had more than one pipe burst? What had happened in the five minutes I'd been gone?
"Hold on." I said dashing past him, getting soaked myself in the process as I had to get on my stomach to reach under the fish system to the valve there. What a stupid place to put the thing. I twisted it, and slowly the flow from that pipe disappeared. But our old system appeared to have had it's last stand. Above both of us, another pipe suddenly cracked. Sending a fresh stream of water down upon our heads. I pushed myself up and, slipping on the water, dashed to the power and threw the lever. I couldn't do anything else at this point. We had to stop the system from running.
The filters went silent.
And finally the flowing water stopped as the pipes emptied. I brushed wet hair out of my eyes. "Well....this is unfortunate." I managed.
Roger nodded, "I-I'll...I'll go call--" He said shakily.
"Yah, better do that." I said, "I'll work on cleaning up the water."
We had to have had a mini lake out in the main store by now. It had to be cleaned up quickly or else who knew how much of our product would be ruined.
I must have looked like a crazy person running to the back of the store, dripping wet.
So much for getting off on time today, I thought grabbing a broom and a mop. Of course this had to happen the week our floor machine broke too, no easy way to suck up the water.
Time to get to work.....some more. Why couldn't this have waited until after I'd gone home for the day?

-Inspiration from work.