This job was a fucking Hell. It was animalistic extravaganza, I saw in one workday thousands differend kinds of dog food, cat toilets, cat toys and dogs' toothpicks, I swear god gazzilions of this shit. The ceiling of the warehouse dominadate the sky and all of this infinite space contained this petstuff. We were needed to make boxes - orders for petshops, we were needed to scavange like dogs to get some cat toilet in a box, we were needed to make at least one hundred items. It was insanity. It was the night shift. Nobody was happy there, nobody smiled, talked about stuff, about their families, they did not have a family, they worked in the night shift, they reeked of sweat and nothing else. They were finished. I have not seen more miserable people than in that warehous full of petshit. When you see cute dog with a nice collar, all happy and playfull, you should know that behind this joyfullness lies severe depression of those nights full of agonizing pain. I could not feel, I could not love, I could not feel my legs and arms, I was empty there. I experience acute sense of loss, your pet may die and you won't feel so abandoned as the people in the night desolate warehouse feel. I was on the verge of relapsing when I came home. I could not shit, I wanted to shit, but I could not. It was stress. In desperation I started applying any job ANY FUCKING JOB to preclude myself from going back there, back in the depression. I have got a call, it was from a happy person living happy life working in a happy place. I was invited to give an interview in the happy place on the same day I came from this miserable night shit. The unhappiness is still with me. I can't hide it in this happy place. I can't hide it, I can't hide it if I even take the longest shower session in my life