Bigcorp paid Fred to drink a cup of Soul Poison each day. Somebody had to, and the boss said she had already “paid her dues.” Besides, Fred’s job description clearly stated, ‘Other responsibilities as assigned.’
Fred hated the Soul Poison, but he needed to pay the bills while he worked on his passion: a flawless bust of Ronald Reagan made from cheese. He dreamed about selling Cheese Ronnies and quitting Bigcorp one day.
Fred sipped the Soul Poison by day and worked on Ronnie at night. He was happy only at night.
Soon enough, the poison worked.
Universe 1. Passion 0.