This morning, I joined the cult of Cthulhu.
Instantly, all worries evaporated. I no longer felt the urge to smite my enemies or the idiots in other departments or customers. My dental bills halved, as did my tension and stress levels.
Because I was secure in the knowledge that the world and all its inhabitants will fall into the pit when the Elder gods rise - as they eventually will - and what's going to happen to my enemies and those who annoy me will be so much worse than anything I could ever imagine. It's going to happen anyway, so cause myself worry now?
Secure in this knowledge, I've been urging everyone else to join and espousing this way forward.
Well, that and going '_insert name here_, if it's happening more than once, email the manager so it's on record and he can do something about it. That's what he's *there for*. And he told us to.'