Mopping is not something I'm good at

It's my Friday. At the end of the day I mop the floor in the hospital so Denise comes into a clean floor. I filled the mop bucket and took it in through the laundry room. I started mopping down the hallway to the treatment room. I had pushed the bucket up against the wall as I was going. I put the mop into the bucket and as I put it into the ringer thingy I swiped the wall. This left a clean wet mark on the wall. My solution? Mop the wall. Two feet up and straight across. I then kept going to the treatment room. It was a nice day so I had the double doors open. As I was mopping about 10 feet away from the doors I saw a ferret kibble on the floor. I picked it up to throw it out the gapeing hole that is the double doors. The kibble was working against me. It hit the door frame and bounced back in. This made me feel stupid and unable to throw things. I picked up the kibble and put it in the trash and continued mopping. when i was finished I was pushing the mop bucket out the side door. I caught the bucket on the mat in front of the door and watched the bucket of dirty mop water dump over in slow motion. It only took seconds for me to flood the doorway. The mat was drenched. I tried to mop the water back up but I was laughing pretty hard by now and having little success. I got up as much as I could and as I was pushing the bucket over the door frame the bucket overturned again. Shit! Still laughing I tried again. Finally I got it as dry as it was going to get. I put the bucket away and texted Denise to let her know what I did and if the mat is wet tomorrow that's why. I can't mop...or throw.