Over it.
I drank and ate pizza and felt sorry for myself. In any case, it turned out OK today.
I feel much better today and went out with a slight hangover to eat with friends. We bitched about why it was done, and I got home, and am over it. Tomorrow is a new day. Back at work with a smile, and a request to change my shifts to weekends so I can earn more money and pay off my travel debt.
Wish I wasn’t here though.