i have no doubt that a mob of class-traitors, bezo’s worshippers, and rich-man-rim-job-giving bastards will swarm to inform me that i am just a shit Worker, poor at organization and speed, and need to stop complaining.

but i’m done.

in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out

for ten hours a day. and what’s my recompense? what’s my compensation? 170 dollars. how much did bezos make those ten hours i labored on his behalf? 90 million. fucker never broke a sweat in his life. i swear to god, this job makes me reckon the only thing Stalin ever did wrong was not build enough gulags.

the vans are unsafe for travel, and we’re encouraged, if not outright threatened, to not slow production by reporting those hazards. yet, we’re meant to comply with their facade, their hypocritical claim of safe-practice, by undertaking the most impossible task known to man: following every goddamn rule on the road.

i am tired of delivering thousands of packages and making my DSP, fat, lazy, parasitic, cock-sucking, wage-stealing, bastard that he is, rich. only to be scolded, reprimanded, and have my livelihood threatened when 1-2 mistakes occur in those thousands of successes.

i am tired of sore knees, cut and bruised hands, a stiff neck, and blistered feet. i’m tired of nursing the wounds of labour, both mental and physical, every night. i’m tired of getting home by 9 or 10 (i’m not slow, i live far away, and rescues are common).

fuck bezos. fucker should be hung.

fuck amazon. fucker should be collectivized.

and fuck all DSP’s.

all power to the Workers.