Capitalism

I’m exhausted. Not just regular tired, soul tired, from how companies treat us now. Customer service feels like a dead language, something only whispered about in myths. Layoffs everywhere, prices still climbing, grocery stores pushing us into self-checkout like unpaid employees, and then, cherry on top, they spend money putting theft locks on shopping carts. Apparently, that was the investment worth making while charging us more for milk.

This week, I reached out to a company for a simple meeting about how their software works. Radio silence. Until I hinted at canceling. Suddenly, my email was “found” in their spam folder. It wasn’t. I know it wasn’t.

When I finally got a reply, the guy copy-pasted answers straight from their website—text that didn’t even answer my questions. I called him out, and he swore he wrote it himself. I sent him the exact page where his “original words” lived. Now he’s “consulting internally” and “opening a support ticket,” which is corporate code for please keep paying us while we do nothing useful.

This is what we’ve become—unethical capitalism at its peak. Service is dead, trust is optional, and all that matters anymore is how high the numbers climb year over year.