1. Hire a voodoo priestess to throw some chicken bones that will cause Gus to pull his head out of his ass .....
or
2. Board a jet airplane and head to Scotland for a week of single malt drinking.
Since I don't know a voodoo priestess willing to take on such a huge task, I'm going with option 2. I leave tomorrow for a week in my happy place - you common rabble know it as Edinburgh.
Do not allow envy to consume you.