“B-b-b-but the jobs numbers!” you scream at me as you dive into an Uber driven by a subcontractor in debt to a tech company to race back and hide in your $3.5k/month one bedroom – just to take your little pay attention pills and watch some of the worst film and television in history, starring artists who can’t afford health insurance, on one of 3-5 screen sizes you own (constructed using child labor).
Later you post to yet another tech product, for free, about carbon capture being “so cool.”