Y'ALL DEAD MEAT, AND ME, I'M JUST A BUTCHER

So I'm feeling pretty settled in at the butchers now. I know how everybody takes their tea, the regulars have learned my name, and I can do basic butcher binizz like using the mincing machine or chopping steak (the other butchers don't even hover nervously whilst I attempt these tasks! Maybe they are simply lax and/or indifferent to my personal safety, but I think that they TRUST me! They think I am semi-competent at my job! And perhaps also a little bit the thing about being lax and/or indifferent).
Some of the customers even seem to think I know what I'm talking about! I do make an effort to smear my butchers coat with blood and entrails at every opportunity in order to inspire respect and fear, so it is good to see that this is paying off.
EVEN MORE IMPRESSIVELY (!!!!!),  if you can credit it, nine times out of ten I can shove my hand in a pile of chicken hearts/lambs kidneys/diced venison/etc etc and emerge clutching almost exactly the amount of meat the customer asked for. When I say "almost exactly" we're talking, like, a ten gram margin of error. That is some serious shit, my friends. I was born to butcher. I'm so relieved - I was getting worried I was born to teach or something shite like that.