"Thank you for calling Vacuum Sales Monkeys Selling Sub-Par Equipment Inc., how can I help you?" you say. There is a long string of nearly incoherent shouting as your reply. "Yes, ma'am," you say, "I understand that I'm trash and using up precious oxygen that would be better spent on actual humans. Yes, ma'am, I do have trouble sleeping at night because of how I take advantage of innocent consummers." This continues for about an hour until your self-esteem is...well, normal. At the end of the call, she's the proud owner of four new vacuum cleaners and you have been convinced that the best thing you can do for humanity as a whole is kill yourself. Although you don't opt for suicide, withstanding the same abuse in dreams that you're faced with in waking life is too much for you, and you wake up dreading the coming work day.