By the end of the week I had two band-aids on each hand. Not so much for myself, but to keep from sending letters to clients with telltale blood stains.

My body has become a roadmap of papercuts. It’s all I can do to keep from spouting blood every time I point to something. Kind of like Eric Idle in European Vacation. “Oh sure, you just go up that way ::squirt::”

I suppose as I get more experienced in paper handling I’ll be able to go home at the end of the day not looking like Mr. Orange after the bank robbery.

Oh wow. Two movie jokes. Can I do one more?

So right now I just have to deal with the fact that I look like I’ve been thumb wrestling with Freddy Kruger.

Woo Hoo! Three!