I didn't yell, I didn't scream, I didn't make snide comments, I didn't cry (but it was a close thing).
My supervisor and I seem to both be tree-hugging hippies who have issues with capitalism; we both want to change the world for the better. Somehow, this made it a little better. He knows where I am coming from, and why I am disenchanted at the moment. I am more at peace with that. Even if he did call be cynical.
My other supervisor for the first time today recieved a glimpse of my deep and unabating bitterness. We laughed about it, sure, but I saw the terror in his eyes and it satisfied me deeply.
Somehow I feel very zen about the entire situation now, like the calm before the storm.