i would work every day of the week if i only had to work one hour a day. it would be a great job. the doors open, everyone rushes in like it’s black friday, but they have a little more sense than walmart shoppers (enough not to trample each other like a herd of spooked elephants). there is an overall feeling of urgency and purpose, but when the doors close after that hour, it’s all over. the rest of the 23 hours are mine to do with as i please. oh, what a world that would be.