I’m that lazy

So, I burnt my boob today. Well technically my cleavage. Do you want to how I did it? Laziness, that’s right. I burnt my cleavage with an iron due to laziness.

I’ve signed up to a bunch of extras agencies, because I’m broke and unemployed, I’m over qualified for a retail position and un experienced for a management position so I’m stuck. My gran used to do loads of extras work and she’s says the money’s not bad. So I signed up for a bunch. Today was a registration day for one of them. Where they get all your details and most importantly take your picture for their books. They told me to dress smart. So of course the only smart thing I had to wear hadn’t been ironed since I washed it many moons ago. It was this really snazzy waistcoat with big lapels and pearl buttons. It’s great.

When I held it up to the light the creases really weren’t all that bad so I put it on. Its only when I looked at myself in the mirror I realised I looked like a well dressed homeless person. I needed to iron my stuff. The ironing board was stashed away and to get to it I had to move a box and then I had to assemble it. That seemed like a lot of work so I decided to iron the waistcoat while it was on my body. I got away with it for quite a while, but the lapels were giving me trouble. So I got myself into this really weird angle. Where I had to stretch the iron cord over my body and bend my elbow up so I could reach the lapel. And that’s when I burnt my boob. So now my extras agency picture has me with a weird angry red half moon shaped mark over my left tit. Wonderful.

My laziness is pretty ridiculous though, I’m one of those people who will drape six shopping bags over my upper arm and balance an orange juice box on my head so I don’t have to make two trips to the car.