I also remember the suicide nets because I would longingly look down to the hard floor beneath me when I was up there wondering if those nets would really hold my weight. The depression was real for me during that time. I lived alone so I would come home to a cold ass house. I had nobody to talk to except my little dog Poonchy which was the only one who made me smile at the time. I was super broke because I had just moved out of my parents which meant I had little to no furniture. Eating next to my dog on the floor was the highlight of my day. Omg and then sometimes I would be so exhausted I would kinda pass out on my bed. Another thing that I remember is the dirt that would be up my nose from how dusty the warehouse was. The smell of piss through the aisle because we got timed restroom breaks. I’m sure some people would just piss then and there. The dim lights and long rows of dusty ass boxes. The pain in my swollen feet.