How Pizza Hut saved someone's life

This is my stressful Tuesday:
So, for background knowledge...I'm probably the most understanding and patient of the three foreign English teachers at my school. Gerry and Bette complain and argue ALL THE TIME! I just take everything with a grain of salt and do my best. The leader of the English department, May-Miao, is quite cold to us. I think she doesn' t like having us around because we make her realize that her English is not very good. The only time she talks to us is to tell us we did something wrong or to tell us we need to do something or go somewhere. The other two Taiwan English teachers are friendly and warm toward us. So, this morning May-Miao says that we have a meeting. I wait in the English office for everyone to get there, and she writes on the board "Mon - Wed - Fri 8:00 - 8:35 Speech, Story Telling, Readers' theater." Then she says "do you understand?" I was like...um NO! So she tells us that she wants each of us to start an English club AS SOON AS POSSIBLE because they compete at a county-wide competition. This was totally thrown on us. We had no idea how to go about starting an English club, what students would join, what we would do each day....etc.... She gave no insight, no materials, and really no information whatsoever. I was so shocked I couldn't even open my mouth to complain. Once I cooled off I explained to her that maybe in the future she could give more advanced notice. Perhaps at the beginning of the school year she could say "in October we will start an English club, so it would be nice to start preparing" something along those lines. She took the advice lightly and kept going. Then, after going over this a little more and answering a few questions, I said that a realistic date WILL NOT be this week....probably not until after the first of November. We need time to prepare and figure out where we will go with these clubs. This is such an all of a sudden thing, it really stressed all of us out. So, I leave the meeting and I'm pretty upset up front. I go to my classroom and try to chill. Then, Gerry walks in and tells me that my grades are all messed up. So I have to go through all the 5th and 6th grade classes and make sure that my records match the records that are in the English department spread sheet. There is such an inconsistent way of collecting grades as a department, and I really wish they would get a system and stick with it. I was told many different things, so I went with one and it turned out to be wrong in the end. This also happend last week when May-Miao asked me why I was giving letter grades. Well, I was never told what sort of grade to give, so I give A, A-, B+, B, B- and so on. Well, the unspoken assumption at this school is percentage. 8 weeks into the semester, that would've been handy information to know a while ago! How am I supposed to know I'm doing something wrong if the correct way is never told?
Back to today. So, I spend an hour figuring out the mistakes in the grade reports, and I'm ok. I felt like I wanted to shoot someone. Thankfully I have my good friend, Howie, the computer teacher. He let me vent. I didnt' vent much at school, but after school he took me to Cheng Chung University to register for a class (which I was denied because I'm not a full time student) and he allowed me to completely vent to him about my frustrations. He just listened, and that is all I needed. Whether or not he understood everything this crazy American rambled off to him, he still just listened and was there for me. I was so thankful. Then, he felt my need for some American comfort food, so he asked if I wanted to have McDonald's for dinner. Since we were going to the city, I asked if we could get pizza. We went to pizza hut and having that delicious greasy topping-covered bread melted away all my frustrations. So, that's how pizza hut saves someone's life.