This is a story about you.
You work in the sales department of a paper company. It’s a relatively boring office job, but you like it, and that’s all that matters. You get good pay, your peers respect you, and you don’t work absurd hours. You’re not rich or wealthy, but you are able to enjoy a few of the nice things in life. For example, after years of saving, you finally got your dream car, a brand new Volvo V70 R. You didn’t buy it for the status symbol, you bought it because you wanted a nice car, you deserve it, afterall. You live in a condo, not a large condo, but a condo that’s large enough for you. You’re single, but that’s ok. What matters is that you’re happy. You’re succeeding in your life. You’re contributing to society. You’re in a good spot. You’re happy.
Then one day, everything changed. It was Friday. It was like any other day, nothing of note. You got up, ate some toast, brushed your teeth, got in your car, drove to work, and did your work. Everything up until this point was normal. It's about 3:48 PM and you are in the zone. Furiously typing away at spreadsheets, answering emails, making the sales, and you're in love with every moment. Your manager comes over to your cubicle and knocks on the wall. You jump, having just been torn out of the zone you were in. You're a little frustrated, as most people would be, collect yourself, and turn to meet him. He's beaming, leaning against the entrance to your cubicle. He seems excited about something.
"Hey, so listen," he starts, "We've done super well this quarter, proud of the whole team."
"Oh, well uh, thank you." You reply.
"I wanna celebrate, afterwork, the whole team is gonna go to a bar, drinks on me, you coming?"
You think for a moment. It has been a while since you've gone out with your coworkers, but you're not a drinking person. Also, it's not like you have much going on after work.