That there's a factory. A chocolate factory. Built in 1929 and set in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, it looks like some Spanish hacienda. Nobody would know they live across from a manufacturing plant, except maybe for the trucks delivering peanuts and sugar and lactose and taking away Snickers and Milky Ways and Three Musketeers.
Long day. A 5-to-5 day. Grueling. But at the same time, you're in a chocolate factory. How fun is that? Kinda fun.
And at least I'm being paid. And not just in peanuts. Also nougat!