I am covered in sticky, red goo.

This is why I'm in radio.

The listeners need never know that the person forecasting their weather is covered in sticky, red goo.

The holiday party was today -- I forgot I'd RSVPed for it, and apparently, so did a bunch of other people, who also forgot to go. Anyhow, there was a ton of Indian food from Taj Mahal left over. Delicious, but right after reading headlines I go in to where the food is and start taking these giant foil trays out of the refrigerator and whaddaya know? The first one is half filled with green stuff and half filled with sticky red goo. It kind of folds right in the middle -- catastrophe. I think it's tamarind-based. It's yummy. But it was gooey enough that it went running down the front of my shirt and pants and shoes without my even knowing it until I'd put the tray down and realised I'd gotten it all over the floor. Wiped it up as best I could and came in for my 5:18 break. It looks exactly like I've been stabbed, or just crawled out of some horrible car accident.

I'm finally drying out as I write this, but for once I can hardly wait to get out of here. I need to wash up.