Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The truth is...

I am messy. I am a wreck of un-organized hot glued finger tips, spilled drinks, and all sorts of other mess. Today at work I was charged with a simple task, all I had to do was paint, in large font, numbers 1-10. Because it is a cold and blustery day in Washington I was wearing comfy pants ( sufficient stretch required) and a nicer fluffy (not weird though) white sweater. Already you are thinking what I should have BEFORE volunteering for the task, paint+white sweater= bad luck. But I do not think that far ahead EVER for any project so, without hesitation I volunteered. Things were rolling along very smoothly until poster number 7, and the opening of the orange paint. This seemed like every other poster, like every other plastic jug of paint, this one was completely occluded at the top by old paint, but not out of the ordinary. UNTIL two seconds after it's opening when the orange paint decided to make me suffer and literally exploded leaving me, the only victim splattered in paint. Clearly this is only 65ish percent my fault. However, and sadly so, this is not the first time something like this had happened to me. I cannot go around wearing aprons and bibs full time at 22 years old, but it is not a little known fact around here that I am the messy one. Any survival tips, or better yet in my case... stain removal tips??

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