I remember receiving shoes from Zappos less than 18 hours after placing the order and wondering what voodoo they were practicing. Mind-reading? Teleportation? No, just the age-old abuse of down-trodden shift workers.
In this riveting piece, human rights reporter and general badass Mac McClelland calls the company she works for Amalgamated Product Giant Shipping Worldwide Inc. — but I’m pretty sure we can assume it’s Amazon. In any event, as Jezebel put it, “basically, every online retailer is terrible.”
Speed-walking back to the electro-trauma of the books sector, I wince when I unintentionally imagine the types of Christmas lore that will prevail around my future household. I feel genuinely sorry for any child I might have who ever asks me for anything for Christmas, only to be informed that every time a “Place Order” button rings, a poor person takes four Advil and gets told they suck at their job.
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