While my injuries have never been too bad, they do tend to happen at the most inconvenient times.
See, I work at a fabric store, and I swear I'm telling people all day long, "Never give a clutz scissors" because I'm constantly sniping, slicing, and poking them into myself. Once, I was working the closing shift with just a manager, and we suddenly just got absolutely swamped with people. So, I'm cutting a length of eyelet for someone, and snip right into my fingers, deep and sideways - though somehow, no blood ended up on the eyelet,
. Yay... Long story short, I ended up at the register checking people through with one hand, with my hand curled up, (no paper towels around), trying not to leak. The funny thing was that it actually made my evening better, go figure. Our rush ended just as the blood started seeping through the cracks of my fingers, and I ran back to find a Kleenex.
Man. I really can't believe they let me work with scissors all day long. It's just not smart.