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Late Night Shift?

 

There is a tire company in my area that has a late night, Thursday. They are open to 8:00pm. I really don’t know how profitable they are, they never appear that busy on Thursday nights. Has anyone tried a late night or know of other auto service companies that extended the work day?

 

From what I am hearing, many national accounts are open extended hours, even Sundays.

 

By the way, trust me...I am not looking to extend an already very long week...just want to see what the competition is doing.

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