Be honest, most of us aren't exactly thrilled to go to work. Quite a few of us spend the day drudging away through monotony wishing for something to shake things up ... but what do we do when something actually does?
The story (or fake story) behind my most obvious scar is actually what bought me my infinitesimal modicum of internet fame. Depending on what version you hear, I either had a hideous accident with eye makeup, sacrificed my left eye to the Illuminati (but only the Nigerian chapter) or I got glitter in my eye after crafting with my kid. The end result, though, is always the same - a scar in the form of an empty socket where my left eyeball should be.