The short summary of it is that today, I was just trying to finish my shift when the whole sewage system in the building backed up and flooded the kitchen I work in. I was shocked by this and spent a good hour going back and forth trying to find someone to deal with the raw sewage that was coming up through the floor drains. It took a good 30 minutes for the higher ups to get there, and all during that time, my manager thought a single wet vac could deal with the raw sewage that was swamping the entire kitchen. The odor was horrible and made me nauseous. All the while, the elderly Trump lady I work with was STILL TRYING TO WASH AND PUT AWAY DISHES WHILE SCALDING RAW SEWAGE WAS GETTING CLOSE TO ANKLE DEEP IN SOME PLACES. FOR A GOOD 30 MINUTES. I wanted nothing to do with that. This just left me literally shaking a bit by all of that happening so suddenly. I just wanted to do my job, go home, and have the day off the next day.
I just wanted to get my job done. 
(I’m a completionist like that)
Ahhhhwwww yuck. I’m sorry. Did you manage to say out of it?
We were going around for a good while trying to figure out what to do while trying to phone our superiors. I went away from the fumes but, that one lady I work with still wanted me to put away dishes in scalding hot sewage. She just kept washing dishes for 30 minutes more.