I have aloe vera between my index and middle finger on my left hand from a steam burn and both my tongue and throat are still screaming in pain from when I sampled WAAAAAYYYY too-hot coffee.
And I was only at my new job for four hours today.
Stupid coffee shop job.
I'm used to working at a desk in an office where the only hazardous situation I have to worry about is getting a paper cut - something I used to do often enough.
Anyone who knows me realizes that I'm kind of a klutz.
The fiance has stopped asking me about the bruises on my legs (from bumping into furniture that I KNOW is there) and the open sores and blisters that regularly develop on my heels and toes (from walking in high heels - for his benefit, I might add!).
I'll openly admit that I don't shave my legs as often as society dictates (I've heard there are women who shave, like, every day. What the heck?) because the razor always gets away from me, and I end up with a few minor slits all over my legs. One time, I didn't realize I was shaving with a defective razor and when I looked down, there were so many cuts on the bottom of my right leg that I needed to wrap it with an Ace bandage because it would have taken too many Band-aids to patch them all up. I honestly thought I was going to bleed to death that night.
But that still isn't as bad as slitting my wrist - which I did often enough while attempting to cut a long wedge out of a loaf of bread when I was 14 years old and working as a "Sandwich Artist" at Subway. And that was in front of customers!
So apparently I'm not made to do my new job.
I'll take paper cuts over third-degree burns any day!
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