
I've studied ethical behaviour. Just a fly on the wall, observing from afar. At times, the overlords would swat, telling me to go do something, or be somewhere else. I obliged. I didn't want to get stomped on or anything - I was fearful. Mostly I was fearful that I may lose my job. I did like that job at times - mostly the people around me. But after mindlessly obliging for a period of time, I kept observing and observing, finally noticing a true corruptness be created - greed. They kept pulling and pulling on me to devise a set of lies that led to the profitable venture for an enterprise - that was purely built on lies. This, along with my activities, were purely theoretical electromagnetics - but if we showed we could do it a little - imagine the spectacular speculation!
I got sick shortly thereafter. Very sick. I spent a week soaking in a tub to hold back the vomit. Literallly. Food tasted bad, I couldn't keep anything down - even water - I lost patches of hair - I was literally withering away to nothing - I was sick.

Figuratively, my sickness happened at the aforementioned job months before my actual sickness. My wonderful thoughts strayed to, why is this happening - what are they doing, is this right? Is this wrong? Is this right, is this sinister? Is this right or is this left? I don't know which way to go!!! I finally was pushed to the edge when they decided to ignore my melting pot - the environment. A batch of oil went off into the forest - if a forest falls in the woods - does anyone really hear it? Unfortunately, I did. In a figurative sense, the tree fell on me.
I left that job for a period - sick of what I saw and what I did. I gave up on my dream job to richness and wealth. At that point, I had to start my own. My own path with my own definitions. My ethics and principles may be different from yours, but I know we're both right, on some level.