This was an ugly day.
I don't want to go through the details, as there's no point in me getting upset all over again. Let's just say I've been dealing with the emotional aftermath of last week's robbery in the pharmacy.
A few employees in the building have decided to work themselves into a state, as the old saying used to go, imagining all the things that could have gone wrong.
But none of them did, you see. The robber, who was observed to be quite high on something-or-other, was in and out so quickly that he didn't have time to do more than grab a few things, flash a pistol while demonstrating that he had no idea how to handle it safely, and run back out.
Meanwhile, all the Nervous Nellies are getting the vapors over what might have been, and demanding that the building itself should hire armed guards.
My suggestion that if they want security in their own spaces, they should hire their own guards, left them in a tizzy. Several are writing to my supervisor as I type this, to complain about my poor attitude.
And here I said I wasn't going to get into it. Oh well.
Retirement's looking better than ever.