Fortunately, after a tiny wallow, I've built up a nice head of pointless righteous indignation. That's more productive.
Kent called on his break and I told him. He said, "Aw, sweetie, if I'd known that was going to happen, I would have told you to get yourself a bottle of wine."
You already did. Telepathically.
"I am the coolest!"
Well, back in the saddle....*sigh*