When I see someone with a job, I don't say "OMG I TOOKED UR JOB!!11", like you, for two reasons. The non-obvious reason is because I'm complacent with my own job.

If you want a job that bad, why don't you write a resumé? You can write about the time you corrected someone's spelling on the Internet, which is undoubtedly your only job.

Go copulate yourself, you burglar of careers.

Stealing jobs doesn't require any class. You have no class. Nor do you have any ancestry, birth, bourgeoisie, breed, caliber, caste, circle, clan, clique, club, company, condition, connection, coterie, cultural level, degree, derivation, descent, estate, extraction, family, genealogy, grade, hierarchy, influence, intelligentsia, league, lineage, moiety, nobility, origin, pecking order, pedigree, pigeonhole, place, position, prestige, quality, sect, social rank, source, sphere, standing, state, station, status, stock, strain, stratum, tier, nor title.

You can steal my job behind your safe monitor all you want, and not suffer any consequences.

If you steal someone's real life job, though, you won't get away with it.

So, you scroungy selection of excrement, how about providing me with your address?

I would be delectated to take a week out of my life and debate the correct spelling of "trailer" in person.

That shows the correct use of the literary device "sarcasm". Instead of debating spelling, I'd be assaulting you.

I'll rip out your viscera and show you what it looks like, unless you don't have any viscera.

Sign your death warrant and tell me where you live. I'll ensure that your last words are grammatically correct.