I was an order picker once in a grocery warehouse, it helped put me through school. I was also a paperboy, a film projectionist, and a bike messenger. All automated now or will be soon. Later I became an editorial illustrator, and when the smartphone hit critical mass I lost 80% of my running gigs over a couple months, print media collapsed very suddenly: that hurt.

So when Uber drivers complain about self driving cars I just cackle maniacally.