For years I just built the machines and let someone else worry about who they replaced. Then a guy whose station I automated shook my hand on his last day and wished me well, and it gutted me. I'm starting to feel something I used to keep at a distance. The question of what my work does to people's lives is finally reaching me.
More people experience this than they realize.
The human cost of the labor you automate is finally starting to reach you.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.