Oh yeah! Tight quarters to boot and tree hugging protesters, 40 square miles of utopia surrounded by reality.
Jobs you don't want come up often enough, I try to price them high enough such that if in the unlikely event I get the job, it will be worth it, and I'll "want" it.
'Bout 30 years ago I applied for the job of bouncer at a local concert.
Didn't get the job, which was fortunate, cause a local chapter of Hells Agels showed up and tore the place down, more or less.