When I was in my early 20s, I was trying to get into a 4 year school via a community college (my high school GPA was a 1.5). I was taking classes exclusively on Tuesday and Thursdays, so I could work full-time and pay my way through school. During that time, I was waiting tables for a national chained restaurant, who’s name I won’t reveal (think a pepper). Well one Monday day during finals week, I got a call from my GM who said they needed me to cover a shift because the team was playing softball that night. This was literally the day before I was to have 3 exams. They knew I was grinding on school, trying hard to get out of the crab bucket. They left me know choice…I quit.
The next summer, I enrolled into a 4 year college with a direct admission in my program. Ended up graduating Summa Cum Laude and taking my pick on where I wanted to go career wise.
Fuck the crab bucket.
TL;DR your team softball event can pound sand, imma do me.