Burned

Remember that figurative saying that explains that once you've been burned, you'll never forget to make the same mistake again? Well, that type of incident happened this morning... literally.

I was making myself oatmeal in a mug. A mug? Yes, in a mug. It was one of those small instant packages, and it really did not make sense to heat it in a bowl. So I put it in the microwave for about a minute and a half, and I reach in to take it out when my hand gets fucking seared by the handle. I almost dropped the damn thing before letting out a silent yelp (my mom was still sleeping in the next room), which was of course accompanied by a few curses. I know exactly what you are thinking: "What an idiot!" Even after being up for two hours my brain refused to work properly - I did not think twice about grabbing a thick ceramic mug that had been heated in the microwave for ninety seconds.

The expression "Ouch!" is sorely understated. I spent the rest of the morning trying to quell the throbbing pain in my right hand and fingers. I felt like sawing it all off at the wrist when the thick layer of ointment I slathered on decided it would take its sweet time to kick in. My mom told me to take an aspirin; instead, I begged her for some morphine. Twenty minutes later, I was in the shower holding my hand to avoid having the burns come in contact with the hot water. Needless to say, as soon as I stepped out, I had a newfound sense of appreciation for those who do not have two arms.

I swear, these kind of things only happen to me. Two days ago I accidentally locked my stuff at work with somebody else's lock. That somebody else happened to be the supervisor I absolutely loathe. My register also came up exactly twenty-five dollars short in cash. I KNOW I did not give anybody more change than I should have given them because I always count back change. I have no idea where the hell that money is. Then my paycheck didn't come on time because of "a computer error". What's going to happen tomorrow? Knowing my luck it will most likely be something embarrasing like tripping over myself or running into a glass door at full speed (the last one hurts... a lot).

In light of these recent (and unintentional) screw-ups I said to hell with being cheap and saving every cent. I wanted to do something for myself; therefore, I decided to refine my feminine talent: shopping. I bought myself an expensive pair of jeans, a sweater, and three CDs (Bryan Adams, Velvet Revolver, and Duran Duran) as well as took my mom out to lunch. I felt incredibly satisfied when I got home... and then realized that I have to go to work again tomorrow at 7 AM. Then I have Thursday off, which irritates me even more because I really would like to have my two days consecutively. Bah!