Hard Working To The Corp

(At a big-box retail store, I, a newbie, have just injured myself with a box-cutter and go to patch myself up with gauze and tape. We’re talking an inch-long slice that skipped off the joint in my thumb. On returning, I have this exchange with my manager, a retired marine.)

Manager: “I just had to send [Coworker] home for fainting at the sight of the mess you made.”

Me: “And?”

Manager: “You need stitches, and I need to file an accident report.”

Me: “I need to finish my aisle, and you need to call in a replacement for [Coworker].”

Manager: “Oo-rah.”