At one point when I was pissed off at my ex, I amused myself by NOT swearing at him. Which meant I had to dig reeeeeeally deep into my vocabulary (confounded corporolyte of a pestilential pustulance protruding from a disease ridden hyenas shriveled syphilic sapphic phallus ... )
...it vented my anger at the situation, whilst simultaneously distancing myself from it / turned the whole durn thing amusing as blazes.
Just a suggestion, as a way to distract yourself from the Vogon-esque idiocy of your HR dept., until such a time as they manage a craniorectalectomy. ;)
Seriously. These idiots you’re dealing with would drive me mad. Well done, you.