You yearn to tell your boss (or back in the day, your principal) to go to hell. Problem is you're too much of a poon to actually do it (and with bills and all, who could really blame you?). Now you sit in your cubicle waiting for the day you win the Powerball so you can burn some bridges via a log on your least-favorite co-worker's door handle. When the time comes, and it will, the opportunity to stunner the chief executive will present itself. If you can gain enough popularity amongst the masses the office will mutiny if you're fired.