However, underneath this modern miracle of convenience lies regression, as our undercover reporters in a Sports Direct warehouse revealed this week: agency workers harangued by public address system for not working fast enough, sick children left at school by their parents for fear of losing their jobs, lengthy body searches and lists of prohibitions for staff, enduring casualised hours. This used to be the stuff of Dickensian fiction – yet it is the daily experience of many workers in the UK today.
Do fuck off dear. “Dickensian” means starving before the hypothermia or the TB gets you. As in timidly asking for another bowl of gruel.
People doing shitty jobs in a warehouse at £6.75 an hour are not living in such conditions.
Actually, if you’re on UK minimum wage you’re among the top 10% of all wage earners across the globe. Yes, after we adjust for prices differing in different places.