Apparently, I was still about three cups behind by the time the mail arrived.
It's Whore Out Your Textbook Season, so I'm getting desk copies, supplementary DVDs, and online access codes by the truck load.
Today's WOYTS haul did not disappoint. There were several shiny boxes and envelopes just begging to be opened. Trouble was, one especially thick mailer envelope was just not opening. As I slid my finger under the flap and tried to wiggle it open, I watched as the cardboard cut deep-- and then deeper-- into my finger.
Did you know how many times you use your pointer finger each day? I do!!
I work hard at this job, but I certainly don't want to bleed for it.
