He slid the safety cutters across the sealed box flap, cutting through the tape like a knife slicing through hot butter. Once the tape broke free, he removed the contents from the box, counted them, then placed them on the cart. One box down, 300 more to go. It was going to be a long day. What he needed was a bottle. If he had a bottle he could kill the pain.
He looked down at his hand and stared. The blood was dripping on his work station. Funny cause it wasn’t the cutters that had cause the injury. It had been the cardboard box. Even funnier, the manager never said a word as he walked passed him and just stared at the blood dripping from his hand. Funny indeed.