I make gold ingots at work. They smell of money. And urine. But that's because a hobo died in the filter.
We get to make silver tomorrow for a change. This is good, because everyone who works with gold is now permanently colourblind. This is sad. Rose-tinted glasses are crushed under a vision of hard, glowing yellow that burns oh god it burns please don't send me back there pleeeeeeease. Please.
Why, what do you do?