Screw Cooking!!!

I swear that some God out there was playing with me when I was in the kitchen preparing dinner (spaghetti) for my siblings and myself as dinner, maybe even a poltergeist.

I had prepared everything to get started and when I tried to open the pasta jar it slipped out of my hand and crashed into the stone kitchen counter. It was made of glass and was full damn it!!! What a waste, and what a pain in the butt!!!

The sauce and glass splattered all over the place! The kitchen counter, the floor, the sink, the stove, you name it! It even splattered over me! I got a few cuts from the glass shards but thankfully none were deep, though they were bleeding slightly and I got blood on my shirt as well without realising it. I ended up wailing for help from my sister and we managed to clean up the mess.

Then I started cooking at last. Of all the things to happen, I had to get scalded. While the damage was minimal since it centered mostly on my fingers, the water was boiling when it splashed on me! Sigh, so I went to rinse my hand with cold water.

To my dismay, there was no cold water in the kitchen tap from some reason I do not know. I couldn't go to the bathroom because I had to watch the stove, so I ended up rinsing my hand with warm to hot water. Damn the cuts stung, so did the scalds. I have 2 cuts on my left and right wrists respectively, as well as a hole made by a stupid shard of glass on my right palm. My left middle finger was scalded and so was my right palm. In conclusion, this was not my day.

Sigh, to add to my irritation I had to wash up after cooking because we didn't have a maid. Soap is painful once it comes into contact with wounds, remind me to keep that in mind when I wash up because I forgot about it. Another piece of annoyance was that a boy younger than me by a year had the gall to insult me. He actually said, "You actually know what a kitchen is? Are you safe? Don't attempt to cook again or the headlines will say "Kitchen kills Girl". I hope that you'll find a chef as a husband.". How rude, I promptly gave him a piece of my mind, at least he apologised.

Despite how I act, I actually know how to cook! Well, given my past it's not a surprise. Is it that hard to believe that I can actually cook a decent meal? Or should I specially cook a meal and 'accidentally' add poison into it before serving it? I've done it enough to actually what goes and what doesn't, so don't ever dare insult me like that!

Anyway, at the end of the day I had a friend who insulted me, another who took charge and told me what to do with my wounds, a friend who didn't seem to really care, and a friend who cared but on a lesser scale. Frankly, I could really do with a good cold bath or a dip in the pool.