Presumably you don't make much. A working class wage, no real control over your workplace, no future that isn't handed to you by your betters like you're their dog. And yet you choose to do this. You wake up, make the conscious decision to stay awake, and go to work to betray everyone like you. Your neighbours, probably your family, the innocent suffering people you depend on for whatever enables your comforts. You. Betray. Them. You're not only a class traitor, not only an uncle tom for a billionaire who hates his employees, but I've sat here for ten minutes trying to think of a way to describe you and the only word that sticks out is inhuman. You have chosen to become a monster and I hope, sincerely, that your actions boomerang and ruin your life. I hope you suffer the same precarity as those warehouse workers you're stabbing in the back and if your life's work is bringing down everyone around you then who will intervene to save you when that happens? Hopefully no one, including your children if they have any shame for what their parent has become.

Do better. Be better. Don't do this job and hurt everyone in your position. It's disgusting.

I really need to figure out the legal limits on words. There has to be a happy middle ground where you won't be arrested for saying the thing that breaks someone.