So at the end of my job day, my assho- er manager asks me to finish cleaning up what the other guy decided not to do: filter and clean the fryer. Like the good little bitc- er employee I am, I do so. In the process, a little bit of ice cold happy happy oil decides to splash and hug my hand/arm.... *replaces ice cold happy happy oil for fucking hot oil splashes from hell and hug with douse* I just got back from walmart (yay) with some aloe burn relief, and the guy I talked to there says I should file a dissabled person complaint with my boss' boss' boss and get money from it at the cost of my job. Well since I'm gonna be putting in my 2 week notice soon.... *thinks and griiiiins*

PS; I am kidding, that's just wrong to do >.>

PPS: Burns really do fuckin HURT x.x; *cries*