Today I had to go to Casualty! And not the ropey BBC TV programme, either. I managed to hack off the top of my thumb (NB: this may be a slight exaggeration employed for dramatic effect) while opening a parcel with a pair of scissors. At first I was too embarrassed to go to A&E with, essentially, a cut finger, but when it hadn’t stopped bleeding after an hour and a half, I was persuaded that I ought to go! So now I have a big stupid looking bandage on my thumb.
What makes it worse is that I have a job interview on Wednesday, and they are bound to ask me about it and I’ll have to say, “Er, yes, I’m so inept that I can’t even open a parcel without slicing off bits of me. Please employ me in a responsible position within your organisation.”