I only worked a retail job (formally) for 2 days in total, being blessed with family support. I got it because I wanted to help out.
It took 2 days to realize I was selling my entire day with only a tired window in the evening and bedtime to another day of being bossed around and feeling suicidal. I've read before that “your days are your life, you die in the middle of just another day”. The picture of doing this for years of my one life flashed before me and I felt so sick I couldn't take it another day, I handed in my resignation.
I was able to do this because I don't need the pittance they paid me to survive, and the reason for that is I have an extended family, all but one or two of which sell their own labor. It's a struggle sometimes but I feel very lucky…but it reminds me how many people could not do what I did. What made me want to die is their life every day.
I imagine what my dad's life could be if he didn't slave away in a warehouse to the point of mild disability, even after retirement (though I don't live with him, I live with my mom, stepdad, and sibling). The world is full of people like him and worse. Our country is mildly better than how USA seems to be, where the capitalist establishment is making no effort to hide the naked threat—healthcare tied to job, employment tied to several factors like credit that represent how good you are at falling in line. I heard you need good credit in the eyes of banks to have access to a roof over your head and felt like I'm going to vomit. Homeless on the streets unhelped as a threat. In my country our currency is so utterly worthless the last minimum wage raise was a cut, it used to be less but mean more USD. I'm fucking despondent, I hate everything