Shantell Powell<p>In the 90s, I once worked as a credit card pusher. It was an awful job made worse by me only getting paid by commission sales. One time, a guy was interested in getting a credit card and as I went through the process of filling out the form with him, I realized he was illiterate. And then it became apparent he had no understanding of how credit cards worked and thought it was free money. I couldn't in good conscience saddle him with debt when he didn't know how money worked. So I sabotaged his application in a way that I knew meant he wouldn't be approved. </p><p>No money for me, but I had a clear conscience. I had to quit that job because it cost me more money to get to and from work than I was getting paid. What a horrible job that was. <a href="https://c.im/tags/CreditCard" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>CreditCard</span></a> <a href="https://c.im/tags/BadJob" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>BadJob</span></a> <a href="https://c.im/tags/capitalism" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>capitalism</span></a></p>