What do you guys do when your employer sits you down and accidentally makes you cry for an hour?

I’m going to go sit down with some cheese that is so expensive that it doesn’t even make sense to digest it and not preserve it forever as some sort of financial investment, and all of the vodka — all of the vodka — and pretend it’s all very healthy and I’m not at all drowning my emotions in milkfat and alcohol by myself, in my bedroom alone, as I try to not stress about my life for a minute to remember that breathing is a thing I should do often.