The thing about our "masters" is that we can choose who to bow our heads to. I feel bad for you, son. You haven't had a employer that actually gave a fuck about you. Once you find a man you can trust to give you a livelihood, and he trusts you to take responsibility of his livelihood, you stop caring you are making him richer than you.
TLDR stop being a baby and stop working at that dead end retail/burger joint