. . .  I mean, what else were you going to do with it?  You've worked hard all year. . slaved away at your boring job, and it was not without notice. You come to the end of the year when those bonus' get dished out to you petty workers. That bonus goes straight to your Goddess. You are glad to work your life away to pay her. To serve her. To fund her luxuries. You're bonus? No.. it never really was yours was it? Was always mine. . . .