Right now my laundry sink and my right arm look like props from a bad B horror movie. I really despise the dipshit who did some of the work to this house before I bought it. We were working here today so that some of our guys could get a few more hours for the week and while I was trying to figure out what was going on with some pipes, I managed to slice my arm on a piece of exposed sheet metal that was serving as a strap for the furnace exhaust. The bastards who did the work were too cheap to buy actual straps so they just did cut up some sheet metal and used that instead. This has the net result of producing four very nice and sharp knives at each place where they used it.
In all honesty, it is a relatively small cut, but it was pretty deep. Immediately after cutting myself I saw blood practically pouring out of the cut and puddling on the floor. Fortunately all the blood made it look quite a bit worse than it was but it was still somewhat disconcerting to have that happen.
Now I'm going to sit here and veg a bit while the guys finish up some other stuff.