There was a shooting this week.

Which brings me to tonight’s post.

I have a friend who works in California who terminated a difficult employee this week. We chat on the phone often.

She tells me the stories.

I worry that I’m going to get a message that he showed up at her restaurant.

Meanwhile.

Every night I tell my staff that they HAVE to check out with me when they are done.

Ultimately it’s so I know who us in the building.

Because I don’t want to get the shit scared out of me when I thin I’m alone.

But ultimately and I’ve never shared this with anyone but just in case something unspeakable happens.

Who is in the building.

Where are the exits.

Where do we meet? What do we do?

I go there.

Even when I think I might be crazy.

But.

Am.

I?