paid slavery
You sell your time to a boss who treats you like dirt and gives you very little cash for it. Your brain shuts down so you might as well be banging on a wall or staring at the ground while someone yells.
My coworker says he loves his job but I see him crying in the bathroom behind the door most mornings.
I hate this place so much that my hands shake when I try to type out another email for the boss today.
We get called slaves because we work too hard and the owner keeps all the profit while we go home hungry.