Vent on me. It's okay.
Here's another view of the A/C vent that so ominously perches over my office.
Which reminds me: it seems to be a special gift of mine that people entrust emotions, opinions, and stories with me when they least expect it. My wife laughs at me because I very often walk out of a convenience store with the complete life-story of the clerk behind the counter. :-)
I don't know if it's because I engender trust, or if it's just that I actually listen when people tell their stories. Or, perhaps, I just ask questions once in a while.
In any case, I am the spot where the venting comes out!