Blood stained uniform

I had work today. I dreaded it. Nothing interesting ever happens. Well, I guess stuff does happen, like getting my hands and arms cut open on every shift. First one was a slice from the caged ladder we use to shelf products. Second one was a paper cut or something. And then I took another hit recently from the same ladder. My uniform has dark little stains on it now, and they're all from my bloodied limbs. It doesn't feel like I accomplished anything unless I got bloodied up. Takes hard work to produce good results, right? Well, it didn't feel like I got much done today because I didn't get hurt in like seven hours straight. So I asked my boss for his handy xacto knife in his pocket and got some work done today. I have parallel scars now. They look so cool.