Sprinklers!!!

But Monday, a girl upstairs was in the seclusion room (a room which is where kids go when they're completely out of control and need to be kept away from others for safety's sake) and she broke the sprinkler head off. I heard that and instantly said "SPRINKLER??? IN THE SR???" Again, did the designers of our building know what goes on in these homes?
To be fair, the sprinkler head was sort of hardened with a cone of stainless steel or something, but why was it not behind a very tough grate or something? It often amazed me how the old building had very strong institutional grade gadgets around like ventilation grates and stuff, and while it was still functional, it was all bashed up from decades of abuse. This new building is simply not made to last.
So anyway, the sprinkler was broken, so tens of gallons of water were dumped everywhere. So now there's no laminate flooring anymore, because it got ruined. There's blistering paint from where it seeped through the drywall. Drywall.
I'm going to quit complaining now. I need to take out the trash and then file our taxes. Or rebuild my computer. Depends on how TurboTax's site is working.