Had the shortest job of my life last night. I spent 1.5 hours training to be a manager at Hockey Workout, one of my favorite places to play. It seemed like fun, it really did. But the reality was a shift that ends at 1:00 am on the weekdays, being surrounded by self-important young men who were part of some complex hierarchy that revolved around being a martyr for most time worked, regaling others with tales of human excretion clean up and bitching about not having enough money. It didn't take long for that to not be fun.

Don't get me wrong. I think bodily functions are funny (I've read Everyone Poops and enjoyed it every time. Let me also take this opportunity to mention Breasts.) but not in great detail and not with people I've just met.

Mostly, though, it was the thought of being out so late, for so little money that made me pack it in. The discounts and free practice time would have been nice, but I wouldn't have had time to use the practice time at all. So once again, I'm free in the evenings. Except when I'm paying to play hockey.