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What does it say about us as a society that as we feign opulence for the masses, the majority are slaving away at dead-end jobs trying to achieve the illusion of it. We've sold our souls in exchange for luxury bags and two aisles of cereal, and daily we exploit whoever's nearest all in a bid to keep the cycle going. We have a no-cost workforce, drones buzzing about completing menial tasks, all of whom are fed with the anesthesia of a scare-mongering media. There are many ways to remove all dignity from a person in return for the minimum wage, but I can't think of many more degrading than employment as a one of those sign-holder guys. Standing on street corners with a placard nailed to a stick? It's not even a real billboard, it's just bill, and he's bored! Whether it's for a sandwich shop or a golf sale, you're a lamp post without the longevity. Nothing really says you've hit rock bottom more clearly than having a career where you can be replaced by a stick, only, the thing is, it's not cost-effective. That's right, the value of a human life is nothing in comparison to the price of secured advertising space these days.