Waterlogged

I darted into the back, nearly slipping in my haste to get to the overflowing sink. 
No, no, no! This was definitely not something I needed to be dealing with! 
But here it was. A problem.
And me, the only person there to deal with it.
I reached the sink, getting myself soaked in the process as I frantically turned the knobs to get the water to turn off, flinching at the heat radiating from the sink. Great. Just great. It was the HOT water that had been left on all night. There would go the heating bill to the store as well as the water bill. 
Steeling myself I took a breath and plunged my arm into the waterclogged sing, flinching at the heat attacking my skin as I quickly pulled the sponge away from it's position covering the drain. I quickly turned the water back on -the cold water mind you- to cool my burning arm before taking a step back brushing my hair from my eyes to fully take in the situation.
I grimaced. 
It wasn't good.
The floor was soaking with at least three inches of standing water. 
Water that had been flowing all night.
Water that had seeped out from this one back room out into the main part of the store, leaving a gigantic pond, no lake, covering the floor. 
I needed to get this all cleaned up. 
And quick.
I couldn't have customers potentially slipping when they came in in an hour to shop. 
That wouldn't bode well at all.
Yet, with our floor machine broken, which would have been the fastest way to suck up the water...I wasn't left with much more than a mop and a bucket to clean the water up with.
Exhaling, I pushed up my sleeves.
Well...here went nothing.

-Inspiration from coworkers accidentally flooding the department. 
(Don't worry they discovered the problem before leaving for the night so the water wasn't flowing all night long.)