Saviour, thy name is Three Rings.
I was having one of those awful rage-filled angerball days yesterday, where you feel like screaming and the pressure from keeping it in is making your chest and your head hurt, and all you can do is take a handful of little pills to try to swallow it down. I stepped off the lift and the COO of the company was like, "You're here! Have some sushi." and I got a huge platter of sushi. Then there was ginger brew in the fridge for me to drink. Some of the guys were carving pumpkins for Halloween and most of the office was in costume. (= There was also pumpkin innards pie to celebrate the gutting of the pumpkins. And then we got candles and lit them and watched them flickering away in the war room.
The rage dropped away about the same time my backpack hit the floor when I ran to get the sushi. One cannot be full of rage and raw fish and squid and vegetables at one time, after all.