Trapped

With the arrival of a box today, my fate feels like it has been sealed.
My uni­form arrived, my accep­tance into this McJob is now com­plete.
What’s that? You don’t think my job qual­i­fies as a McJob? I have to wear a uni­form, I get paid less than I ever have for any oth­er job I’ve ever had, I have to put in extra hours cause I “care about the busi­ness and see­ing the com­pa­ny do well”, I don’t have time to take breaks…