You're useless in the office. Your mean boss tosses your report to the side and orders you to get on the floor and worship his shoes. They cost more than your mortgage payment. It thrills you to finally have the boss paying attention to you, even if it is in this humiliating fashion. He hovers his leather-clad feet over your head so that you can lick and sniff the shoes you'll never be able to afford. Smell that? That's the smell of success.