After being told by many (that is, two) people that I should start to keep a record of the interesting events that happen on my shift, I thought it might provide a useful break from book reviews. Especially because I am nine or ten books behind and show no particular ability to catching up. Still, I’m counting this as payment for reading Richard Gamble’s Whole Counsel of God – a peculiar Biblical theology. We’ll see if I get around to talking about it.
First, you need to realize that working a night shift at this motel is hours of boredom, marked by minutes of work. I work 11-7, when the vast majority of our guests sleep during the vast majority of my shift. At best, I may see two hours of intermittent activity in the beginning, and two hours of intermittent activity in the end. The other four hours? Usually spent reading, or wiled away on Facebook, or spent productively in prayer (the last far too infrequently). I have been reading recently about a monk’s life of studied leisure, and this job seems to almost provide the same sort of scope for disciplined meditation and prayer. Now I just need to develop the spiritual, mental and emotional habits to support it (which will be harder).
So, bearing in mind the usual slackness of my time at work, I have had two amusing incidents over the last week.
On Thursday night, someone ran into the building. I didn’t hear it at the time, but right as my shift started (while, thankfully, there were two people at the desk) someone came down to report that a white truck had backed into the building, and left a giant crack in the wall. He was a native French speaker, and had just woken up, so details were difficult to understand. I went outside and yes – a fist-sized hole in the wall. He didn’t remember much about the truck, unfortunately, so I apologized that his sleep had been disturbed and thanked him for reporting the crash. The truck driver, naturally, had sped off.
This is where my detective skills come into play. The driver of the truck almost certainly was staying at the hotel, or else why be in our parking lot at 11? So, all that I needed to do was to sneak outside in the middle of the night (I chose 4 AM, because, well, nothing was happening) and find a white truck that wasn’t there before.
A white truck, with South Carolina plates, was in the lot. But, that wasn’t enough for me – using our advanced registration system (and my brilliant deductive reasoning) I found the only guest staying with us that night from South Carolina. J’accuse!
Sadly, I had to leave too early the next day to see if they caught the culprit or not. I like to think they did, and made him pay for his heinous deeds (or at least pay for the repairs), but they probably didn’t. At best, it was a mere circumstantial case. I need to work on my detecting skills to better pin-point the true criminals. Guilty beyond a reasonable doubt should be my goal.
Or, failing that, staying awake until my shift finishes should be my goal. And that, at least, is slightly more reasonable.
The other amusing incident? Not really worth telling. I caught a bat, in the midst of a screaming family that claimed they don’t have bats in Montana (really? No bats?). I felt sorry for them, but I was happy I had something exciting to do.
And see? I got to 500 words without telling you a thing about The Whole Counsel of God. If you’re curious, Dad, just ask.