The proletarian is conditioned to believe that (s/)he is useless, that his thoughts have no worth, that his body is nothing more than a tool for his job, that the only valuable thing he can do is submit himself to an employer through labor. Any future is bleak and unappealing to her, she is discouraged from any aspiration longer than a month away, she is corralled into channels of cheap consumption; on the job she merely counts down the time until the end of her shift, with her one wish being that the time- the substance of her own life- would drain away faster.