I must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
1) First stop was a service call at the funeral home. Showed up, they told me their ash grinder wasn't working. Went to troubleshoot, found a bad timer switch. Had to take the control panel apart to get to it but it was so full of dead people dust that when I took the lid off it dumped all over me.
2) Second stop was the Coast Guard air station at the Newport airport. I recently replaced a rusted out control panel on the fuel pump, but there were a few more issues I needed to deal with (rusted out sensors, busted wiring, etc). I was poking around in the little pump room checking out the conduits and wiring, and it was very tight quarters. Wound up tripping over a bucket of jet fuel and dousing my shoe in it. So my shoe smells like kerosene now.
3) Got a cut right on my knuckle somehow. One of the real small, paper cut kind of wounds that stings like a bitch.
4) Had to go down to the shrimp plant to troubleshoot their metal detector. It seemingly goes off for no reason. So I spent half the afternoon tromping my kerosene-soaked, dead body covered, bloody self through shrimp guts and brine water. I wound up getting home and just getting undressed in the garage before I even attempted to got inside.