Unsavory

I haven't had many unsavory jobs, but I remember a particularly bad one a couple years ago. Every year, my dad plants peppers. Jalapenos and serranos are his favorite and we mostly use them for our homemade guacamole dip for tacos. This year, we had a monopoly of peppers and guess who had to cut them. Me.

The first few were fine, but since this was my first time, I didn't know not to stick your finger in your eye afterwords. The second time we made guac that week, I had to cut the peppers and I sliced my finger open. The rest of the season, I had to deal with a cut on my finger and hot pepper juice constantly getting in it. It doesn't help that I'm a picker and pick at scabs. Let's just say I learned my lesson.