What happened when I blew my nose today

So with a lack on anything important to say, and still having 1, 2, 3, FOUR hours of “work” left (i.e. Facebook/ truth-or-dare with coworkers) I decided to tell everyone that today I had unusually colored snot.

I have a cold which is a. weird because it’s time for hot and b. annoying because lately I have been the #1 gusher of snot.

Anyways, today when I blew my nose, my snot was a starkly different shade of burnt sienna. Like the crayon not Sierra’s imaginary twin.
For a few interesting seconds, I thought I’d discovered the secret mutant power I always knew I had and was working on my X-men alias (suggestions anyone?), but then I realized this puce brown was only due to all the DUST, AND MORE DUST, I’d been breathing today. Yes, because in my quest to become a real geologist, I got to put all the rocks in the Crusher. And the Crusher has caused me to swim in a cloud of sandstone dust that will soon penetrate every hole in everything everywhere. There are two big-giant black-vacuum-sucker- tubey things to suck dust but they are no match for the Crusher. Especially after I broke the switch for the big-giant-vacuum-sucker-tubey things so now instead of turning it to “auto” you have to turn it to “blank black area” for it to work. That was after, of course, I broke BOTH paper towel dispensers. Lesson learned the hard way: when it says pull down with both hands, you should do it. It’s not just a suggestion. Otherwise you may find yourself chasing down the custodians in the women’s bathroom to fix the precious paper towel rolls, while your coworker stands there laughing with a wet rock hammer in his hand.

The Crusher. I think I’ve got the black lung, pop.