General Discussion

I spent the first two years of my adult life homeless and eating out of a dumpster.
Before I got married, I moved to a completely new place, barely a thing to my name, I had 6 months to find a place for my new spouse to live. I worked three jobs, no car, I walked or took public transportation everywhere. My work day began at 4am and ended at 1am the next day. I walked so much I was pulling bloody socks off my feet almost every night. I walked so much my shoes literally came apart one night walking home.
Fast forward a little more and I left that defense contractor to move to a state I had never been to before and knew no one that lived there.
Month after I started working there I went to my first wildfire. Within a couple years I was driving forest roads and looking at fire in every direction. I was in way over my head and way out of my comfort zone. But I made it work and I got very good at what I do.

So don't tell me what choices people have. I know exactly how hard it is. Because I've made those choices.
Working for a soul-sucking murder machine is a choice. No one is forcing anybody to work there.