Interview #1 today. there's no way in FUCK I'd work there! After going through years of severe depression (which still affects me from time to time) to the point of being suicidal, the last thing I need is to work in a place as dark and dingy as that shit hole. And the whole place smelled like raw dirty potatos...ew. And I thought the shop I was in now was depressing. I'd be there a week and hang myself from one of the machines. Not worth the extra 50 cents/hr they'd be giving me. Just the tour of the place depressed me. 
What job is this?
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hence the potato smell.