The Princess and the Pea

Sometimes I find myself relating my life to fairy tales. When I was younger, I always used to pretend I was Ariel from the Little Mermaid when I was swimming at my grandparent's condo in Jupiter, Florida. Other times, I'd sit out on a blanket and pretend I was Jasmine from Aladdin. Today, I was the Princess from the Princess and the Pea.

Only I didn't feel the pea under several mattresses. I found the razor blade in the box of shirts.

And sliced a huge chunk of my fingernail off. Middle finger, left hand.

Had to have my finger cotarized. My finger looks like a cartoon character that just hit his/her hand with a hammer and bandaged it. This entry is becoming increasingly hard to type.

Anyway, I can safely say I am more than thrilled to be starting my new job Tuesday. In fact, while the tech was trying to get us to do a survey and talking about my finger being cotarized to my dad (who kept me from sobbing the entire ER visit), Wells Fargo called to tell me about my first day at my branch. I think they might be rethinking their job offer to me.

My advice today is to look before you leap. Or at least look before you stick your hand into a shipment box.