by Well, my landlord called me back, and I had the good sense not to apologize, which is my nature. I mean, I cooked these corn dogs (even if I only pretended to eat them, because of my eating disorder), on med-low heat. I turned my back for 2 minutes.
The handyman (landlord’s in another state) came and said, concerning the oven: “This is a cheap piece of shit made in China. It overheated because it’s not wired professionally.”
(I immediately made a note of that, and the time, in the VERY UNFORTUNATE case I have to take my landlord to Small Claims Court.)
I still have blisters on my right arm and my right upper arm. They have started to drain. During session, I will cover them with non-stick gauze and neosporin. I will also wear gloves and TRY to wear a shirt with sleeves unless a client requests something more risque, like a corset.
If he asks, well, it’s just a little white gauze on my upper arm, and I’ll tell him the truth and rip out my cell phone: it was a common grease fire.
I’m worried that jerks are going to assume I burned myself making crystal meth (HAHAHA!!!!! WRONG ADDICTION, MORONS!) but I really don’t care. Half of landlords have souls made of coal dust and assume the worst, anyway)
Wish me luck.
