Curiosity Traumatized the Cat (And I'm the Cat)
My work makes me laugh, more often than not. We deal with some pretty nasty crime and some pretty nasty people, but usually we can find a way to laugh through it. Part of it is because my co-workers are smart, funny people, and part of it is because if we took all this seriously, we'd be wrecks. I have friends who regularly ask for funny stories from my work, like the felon who accidentally shot himself in the ass with the gun he had tucked in his waistband, or the burglar who broke into the theater with a blow torch to open the safe, only to find the doors unlocked and the safe sitting open and filled with cash, or the would-be robber who tried to hold up a convience store only to get his ass kicked by the tiny Asian lady owner.
Today, nothing is funny about my work. Nothing. It is all sad, all bad, and I wish I didn't know the things I know about the world and the people in it.
*sigh*
I'll be fine, really. Give me some time and another gangbanger who tries to run from the cops only to trip and fall on his face when his baggy pants fell down, and the world will re-orient itself to funny.