Today started off at about 5 a.m. with the most godawful fire alarm going off. We were forced to evacuate our building and stand outside for about a half hour waiting for one police officer, who showed up alarmingly late, to walk the entire building and find what was causing it to go off. It turned out to be an oven that was spewing black smoke, because apparently 5 a.m. is the ideal hour to bake. We got to go back in and then I was awakened at 9 a.m. to (surprise, surprise) another fire alarm. And I slept over my first class and missed the lecture over the next assignment. So today was a little bit rough, but hey here’s some pretty yellow flowers to cheer everyone up.
I have never been one to wear gloves. Dirt, mud, dust, grime, oil, grease, blisters, splinters. They don’t bug me. I’m rough on my hands. They almost always have cuts or blisters and there are scars on them. At my job though I have started to wear gloves, mainly because I was getting splinters and smashing my hands too much. And in a week of wearing them I have worn holes in the leather. It’s amazing how quickly the gloves deteriorate and yet our hands stay healthy. They have an amazing ability to heal themselves. Wearing the gloves showed me how hard I am on my hands and how strong my hands are.