Yesterday, during my eight-hour shift, I:
+Broke two glasses.
+Spilled hot milk over the drink station. Twice.
+Spilled j'ice mix all over the counter while trying to pour it in a glass.
+Caught my finger in the blade of the blender and came up with a puffy, callous-y war wound my boss called "awesome!"
They call me Crash at work
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