Yesterday
it was business ethics, followed by active shooter training, and I wanted
nothing so much when I got home than to take a shower and watch non-stop puppy
and kitten videos.
This
downer was magnified by the knowledge that the current occupant of the Oval
Office would fail the most basic ethical quiz, and the full understanding that “active
shooter” is now embedded in our culture.
My workspace
is about five meters from one of the entrances to the elevator lobby. The entrance,
BTW, is double doors. Glass doors. So I’ll probably be one of the first
victims.
If I’m
not, I might be able to make it to the mothers’ room, which has a solid wood
door and a heavy upholstered chair, which I might be able to shove against the
door. Failing that, there’s also a microwave oven, which I could throw at the
shooter; because in the event you can’t run or hide, “best practice” is to
fight back.
Bring
on the kittens and puppies.
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