Shot through the foot

At Kylene buying me lunch today, we were discussing possible plotlines for the sit-com we have decided to write based on her current job and my former (to be more specific, former former) job.  The conversation drifted to current events when Kylene started talking about the recent shooting at Pfizer, where no one was killed, but a contractor was shot in the foot.  “Do you have your notebook?” I asked her.  “Write that down!  Bumbling gunman invades work and shoots me in the foot!”

“Invades?” she scoffed.  “Come on, it’s not France.”

HA!  Touché, Kylene.

Anyway, thinking about that recent shooting made me sort of glad to be in the unemployment sector.  Not that people without jobs don’t also sometimes get their feet shot at, but because when people are unhappy and stressed out at work, they can do terrible things to one another.  And I’m glad I’m not unhappy and stressed out at work; instead, I’m much happier (albeit slightly more stressed out) from the comfort of my home.  My biggest crime over the next few weeks is probably going to be typing while moody (my moodiness levels are estimated to be twice the legal limit).  And the only people who are going to suffer through that are my cats.  And they’re not, strictly speaking, people.