The OPI Apocalypse
At the salon, we have a free-standing shelf/cabinet thing that holds our nail polishes. One side is all slots for the different colors, minus the top shelf which always has a little two-tiered plastic display with the newest collection. So two rows of six, three polishes in each. Follow me?
Today at work, Maile and I were reorganizing some other products, when I hear *GASP* and then *CRAAASH!!!*
...she'd jostled the shelf/cabinet, which caused the entire French collection to go flying, plastic displayer and all.
I can only imagine the look on our faces when we saw our entryway (of course the polish is right next to it!): broken glass, plastic, and polish everywhere. EVERYWHERE. It was a disaster.
Imagine walking through the mall, and seeing a girl on her hands and knees, literally POURING nail polish remover onto the floor (we honestly went through one and a half of these), scrubbing with rag after rag, and attempting to pick out the unscathed bottles as her manager tries to sweep up the debris without spreading the mess. Of course everyone who walked by had to comment, and one guy even tried to get a haircut. (Seriously dude? We're having a bit of a situation here. GIVE US A MINUTE!)
In the end had to throw out the broom and most of the rags, and damage out at least 25 bottles of polish. I swear to God I could taste polish remover for several hours after that. It was insane. Maile's rule after that: "NO MORE DROPPING THINGS! It's the rule!"
So that was my adventure of the day. It's definitely bedtime now, laters all!
Today at work, Maile and I were reorganizing some other products, when I hear *GASP* and then *CRAAASH!!!*
...she'd jostled the shelf/cabinet, which caused the entire French collection to go flying, plastic displayer and all.
I can only imagine the look on our faces when we saw our entryway (of course the polish is right next to it!): broken glass, plastic, and polish everywhere. EVERYWHERE. It was a disaster.
Imagine walking through the mall, and seeing a girl on her hands and knees, literally POURING nail polish remover onto the floor (we honestly went through one and a half of these), scrubbing with rag after rag, and attempting to pick out the unscathed bottles as her manager tries to sweep up the debris without spreading the mess. Of course everyone who walked by had to comment, and one guy even tried to get a haircut. (Seriously dude? We're having a bit of a situation here. GIVE US A MINUTE!)
In the end had to throw out the broom and most of the rags, and damage out at least 25 bottles of polish. I swear to God I could taste polish remover for several hours after that. It was insane. Maile's rule after that: "NO MORE DROPPING THINGS! It's the rule!"
So that was my adventure of the day. It's definitely bedtime now, laters all!