I organizedrwo giant trash bins of scrap leather. It gets sold in two pound bags, so a each bag gets a variety of quality and size. I cut myself on a box cutter doing this. It scared me and I cried in front of a shop full of boys.
Later in the day, a box of hair-on bracelets got returned because someone (not me!) used the wrong cutting dyes on all of them. We had to punch new holes in each of them. The hair falls off and is itchy and gross. I have no idea who would wear such a thing by choice.
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