"You're hired!" "Oh my god! Fuck yes! ...errr.. I mean.. thank you, sir. You won't be disappointed." You walk out the door. You walk towards the elevator. Your happiness rises inside of you, getting ready to burst. The elevator doors open, you walk in, and you're the only one inside. So you know what that means. The elevator doors close. DANCE PARTY!!! *oonse oonse oonse oonse oonse oonse oonse* Elevator doors upon. Calmly whistle while you walk out into a crowd of people like you weren't doing the I-Just-Got-the-Job-I-Wanted dance. You step outside, and the world is brighter, more serene. Every color magnified. Every peaceful moment captured at once. You did it! A life goal is under your belt, and it's all thanks to your hard work and dedication. You begin to walk home with a spring in your step. A euphoric motivational force drives you forward. You know where you stand. What you have accomplished and what you will accomplish. Nothing can stand in your way. And when you finally get home, you sit down, relax, and and enjoy the bliss of your existence with a big ass celebratory bowl of weed.