Losing my temper and finding my inner handy-wo-man.

Saturday afternoon I had to run to the grocery store.  As I payed for my purchase I watched my 16-ish year old cashier and same aged bagger basically care less about being there.   Totally normal.  They barely looked at me as they scanned my groceries and bagged them.  So, I gave them pretty much the same courtesy.
I laughed to myself as my cashier waited for my debit card to go through and took out his cell phone and was doing the super secret texting move where you hold it down by your thigh so your boss doesn't catch you.  It was a little odd as I watched him do this, he looked up and me and looked directly in my eyes for an uncomfortable amount of time.  The look was a little bit searching if I was going to get him in trouble and a little bit 'lady if you tell on me I'm going to do something really violent..like egg your car and toilet paper your lawn'.
Then the boys started arguing about gum chewing, my bagger was..well bagged for chewing gum and my cashier was really intent on tattling on him (while he was still texting in front of me) and they were just silly.
I thought back to a simpler time at work and for a moment wishing I was back to doing dumb things and just worrying about what was going on with my friends on one of the last nights of summer.  They were a little obnoxious, but I decided adorable. I wanted to be them just a little.
Fast forward ten minutes to me walking in my kitchen with my over loaded plastic bags.
In an instant my view of those boys carefree attitude changed.  It changed as one of my bags handles completely let go, smashing an entire glass bottle of olive oil on my foot and all over my kitchen floor.  Like, a sea of olive oil everywhere including all over my produce he had packed with it.

Example of Bottle of Olive Oil. Object in image is larger than it appears, especially when it is on your floor.

For 30 seconds I stood there saying really mature and helpful to my situation things like 'WHAT THE FUCK???' and 'Are you FUCKING KIDDING me???' also, 'Fuck MY LIFE.', peppered with 'are you FUCKING SERIOUS????!!!'.  You now know my go to word when I am at a loss for them.  I wish I could say something more classy like 'Oh, this is unfortunate' or 'This is certainly an undesirable moment'.  I'm working on that.  Dropping the F-bomb in these situations sometimes makes me feel like I am about to save the world.
It is also this moment that I hear a whole lot of water coming from our bathroom.  I grab a towel, throw it on the mess in the kitchen to corral it and go in (to the bathroom).  Yeah.  Something is wrong there too. The toilet is continuously running with some serious force.  I jiggle the handle..I heard that somewhere and nothing happens. I will deal with this later.  I am going back to the supermarket.
I triple bag the broken glass, the broken bag, and all of the olive oil I can scoop up into this bag.  I am in rare form.  I don't often go back to stores, but I know my afternoon is going to be spent trying to get oil off my kitchen floor, and olive oil is not cheap.

My beach towel, paper towel initial clean up.  Notice the sheen of oil to the left.  The damage extended WELL beyond this picture.  

I walk in and take note of the names of the boys who waited on me and walked over to the customer service desk.
'Hi, can I help you?'  (sixteen with purple hair)
'yeah...um, my bags were overpacked and this was a bottle of olive oil, until the bag broke on my kitchen floor and on my foot.'
(eyes really wide as she looks in my bag) 'Ohhh...I'm sorry, you can grab another one'
'Thank you, I will.  I would like to speak to your manager as well'.
Shortly Steve comes over.
'Hi, how are you I'm Steve.'
'Steve, I'm Alison how are you?' Shake his hand.
'I'm good, what's going on?'
'Well...(grab the back) my bags were overpacked...' (you know the rest)
'Ohh, man.  That is awful, I am so sorry about this'
'Me too, I normally don't do this but, it's not just the olive oil on my floor and groceries.  It was...'
'That the kids weren't paying attention?' he offers..
'yes.  My cashier was texting while ringing me up, and my bagger was arguing about the gum he was chewing.  They are just kids, and I didn't even care until my day started to really stink when my back broke all over me and my floor...so...now I care that they weren't paying attention.'
I gave their names..and felt like such an old bitch.  But, seriously, have you EVER tried to get oil off of..well ANYTHING?  If you have you know why I did this.
I ended up leaving with new oil and a $10 gift card to the supermarket for my aggravation.  Bonus.  Totally worth being the old biddy with the olive oil issue.
So, back to my own personal oil crisis and my toilet.
I just want to say I was pretty proud of myself.  I dug right into the toilet tank, googled how to fix a toilet and was able to asses that the toilet is in fact broken.  I figured out how to stop the water from running and how to get it to run to flush the toilet.  I also figured out that I cannot fix it without buying a whole new ball/lever thingy...so I did need to call my landlord, who understandably isn't that confident in my plumbing skills.  He'll see what's up when he gets here.. I'm also pretty confident I could fix it with some duct tape but, I'm cashing in my chips for  the weekend.  On the upside, my floor is really well moisturized.

Digging into the tank.