Don't shoot!
They're cleaning their guns in the cube next to the pregnant lady again. Snorty man may be annoying, but I can handle him - even if he has a cold this week. Cleaning guns four feet away from me, however, is not a sound I feel that I can handle without considerable trepidation. Especially not after someone was just warned out of that cubicle - "That's not really a place you want to be standing while they're doing that" or some shit. I keep having visions of having to call 911 after being mildly surprised at the blood all over my desk. Think I might leave the building a little early this afternoon.