Bryson's POV
After the game, I throw myself into finding a job like my life depends on it. I spend hours online, filling out applications at coffee shops, bookstores, campus dining halls, anywhere that might hire a college student with zero experience.
The problem is that the hours never line up. Every place wants me to work during hockey practice or when I have classes. Some want weekend shifts that would mean missing games.
"We need someone who can work Tuesday and Thursday mornings," the manager at the campus bookstore tells me. "Nine to one."
"I have practice then," I say, already knowing this won't work.
"Sorry, that's when we need coverage."
Each rejection wears me down a little more. For a moment, sitting in my dorm after the fifth "thanks but no thanks" call, I
