At the risk of further thread drift, here's my burn story after which I had a job interview...
I was testing a powerful new photographic strobe in a house that I had rented in the 80s. I didn't realize that the pulse of light from the strobe, when it was nestled next to decorative dried Pampas grass, could cause a serious fire.
Edit: I found a photo showing the dried Pampas grass in the location where the fire started...
The dried grasses caught on fire, and without thinking clearly (or at all?) I grabbed the flaming stuff and ran for the bathroom to put it under the shower. By the time I made it, the carpet was on fire where I ran, the shower curtains were on fire, and after I turned on the water to put out the flaming stuff, I realized that the fiberglas tub was blistered. I stomped out the carpet fire, then I looked at my hands. Immediately I went to the emergency room with the help of a friend who heard the smoke detector's alarm.
The dry humored nurse receptionist was busy looking at papers behind counter and asked for my insurance card. I explained that I couldn't get it out and lifted my hands over the counter to show her. With flesh peeling away and oozing stuff showing underneath and dripping on her papers, it was the only time I was rushed right into treatment with no wait.
In keeping with the theme of Agnes' story, I had a job interview in two days. The mishap left me with both hands in white "boxing glove" mitts, some small burn spots scattered across my face, and hair and eyebrows singed away unevenly. The potential job was for an engineering sales position, but I looked like a refugee from war instead of a polished salesperson.
You can guess the outcome of that job interview.