Summer. Friday night. 2002. Pre-Netflix, pre-Hulu -- the movie-hungry hordes are converging on the theater, and you are trapped in the box office, wearing an ill-fitting polo and a name tag, armed with only your register, a roll of tickets, an active imagination and sheer determination to get you through the next few hours. God help you. Cover image courtesy of Carlos Lowry via Creative Commons: https://flic.kr/p/7qsh