But I'm at the point in the novel where Bruce eats his office mates. Maybe you should try writing another story for a while. Let another character into your head. Bruce would be jealous. I have a similar problem, although much worse than yours, of course.
Every event is fiction material.
I spent my wedding inventing clever ways to describe the flowers and wondering if our vows could be considered snappy dialogue. When bad things happen to people I love, all I can think is, wow, what a great story, if we change the dead hamster to a baby brother and make the setting Beirut instead of Pittsburgh. Stan, stop whining. If you hate it so much, quit writing and become an accountant. I am an accountant.