Powerful...powerless...all meaningless categories in the context of voluntary employment arrangements.
The wife griped and groused about her employer pinching pennies and pawning off more work on her.
You know what she did? Get this: she found another job. Worse commute, more pay, less grunt work of one kind in exchange for more work of a different variety. We'll see how it works out.
You know what she didn't do? Collapse into a pool of self-pity about her own powerlessness or a pool of rage against her supposed oppressor.
Managed to refrain from imploring the workers of the world to unite, eat the rich, or abolish ice. Who knew a satisfying life could be achieved *without* regurgitating stale leftist propaganda as if it were an original thought of your own?