The worst part of it, when I worked a gas station 11 to 8 when I was fifteen, was those two days off. So, I managed to get the full seven nights by writing a bunch of letters to the Dept. of Labour, explaining that I was keen to make money for university and that I couldn't adjust to the two days off and that it was just for the summer months. 63h per week at $1.45 an hour (not to mention that back then the $Cdn was worth more than the $US).... I was rich !!!!

I never found the nights long because I had so much to do besides pumping gas and it was all physical labour... and we always had the tunes on, inside, of course. And, there were often customers who were a hoot as you might expect in the wee hours, except the few assholes who tried to rob the place. Which reminds me of the closest I ever came to getting shot while working there. It wasn't during a robbery. A cop car pulled in and the officer asked me to clean the windows. While cleaning the rear window, his partner woke up in the back seat and drew down on me. I saw him take the safety off and put his finger on the trigger, which upset me greatly because I figured he must be half-asleep not to realize I was in an Econo Gas Station uniform and I was WASHING THE WINDOW. The other cop had a great laugh until I made him pay for his coffe and sandwich... I was a tad upset.

Anyway, I hope this short story makes your next night shift a little shorter.