What Could Be More Sad? (Not for the faint of heart)

I am thinking of quiting my job.  I have become quite a master tiler as of lately.  The last several days I have been tiling our spare bedroom and lets just say I am getting pretty good at it.  I am not very good at the material estimation, I underestimated the job by four tile and ran out of mortar on the second to last tile.  I also don't care for spreading mortar.  It is very messy.  I am also not very good at cutting of tile.  Quite frankly, the tile saw is very loud and wet, I don't like it.  It is also a very dangerous piece of machinery.  You definitely should not be doing anything else when you are using it.  I learned this the hard way, as you will see in the picture below.                                    

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Yeah, that is a piece of tile sticking out of my hand!  Lets just say I don't recommend trying to clip your dog's toe nails while operating a tile saw.  I only cried a little bit when this happened, but I might have been crying because I just watched Letters to Juliet.  I don't know... the ending is just that happy.  

If you think that's bad.  At one point as while I was pushing the tile through the saw I was covering my face because I was getting splashed by the water that sprays on the blade, and wouldn't you know I cut my expletive my hand off.


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OMG, this hurt so bad.  In all of the chaos after cutting my own hand off, one of the dogs (I suspect Cash) ran off with my hand.  I swear on everything holy, this photo has not been doctored or photoshopped in any way.  

I don't know perhaps I am not cut out to be a tiler after all.  I think I will keep my day job.  It would be awfully hard to be a one handed tiler.  

Now, I am no longer a normal man that wants to adopt from Ethiopia.  I am a one handed man that wants to adopt from Ethiopia.  What could be sadder than that.  Please give... I only have one hand.