In preparation for the Easter rush I have taken it upon myself to ensure our display in reception is nicely stocked with various leaflets and brochures. This involves phoning various companies and requesting that they send us a supply of their brochures. Easier said than done as some people seem to react to this like it's the biggest hassle in the world. Well if you don't want your free advertising...Weird. The other leaflets we supply are they type which we photocopy, fold and then stock. Things like walking maps and local information. I quite enjoy this task, I think because it gives me the chance to be organised and I love being organised. I set the photocopier going, get myself a stack of folding and the away I go. I have, however, realised that this is a highly hazardous occupation. Hazardous because of the ridiculous amount of paper cuts one can acquire from the folding of leaflets. The first few stung but then I started to get used to it and just carried on. As long as I wasn't bleeding over anything then I figured it would be ok. The thing is, looking at my thumbs this morning (as you do) I've realised they've covered - absolutely covered - in tiny little cuts. It's like a teen tiny person has taken their teeny tiny knife and just carved at my skin. I suppose it's not a problem as such, as long as I stay away from things like salt and vinegar flavoured crisps (which I don't like anyway) and vinegar covered chips. Basically I need to step away from the vinegar. And other stinging liquids that might make their way into the numerous tiny cuts I have all over my thumbs. Also, why is it that my thumbs have taken the brunt of this? Shouldn't the fingers have suffered too? I thought the thumbs were the most hardy. Apparently not. Well, I've done enough folding to at least last us over the Easter long weekend. My thumbs can rest until then. Maybe next time I'll wear gloves.
Leopard print gloves.
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