Night Shift & Have You Seen The Construction Workers?
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Hey, y'all. Hope you've been having a good week. I rolled up to the station today and felt a little nostalgic. Probably because of how old I am and the fact that social media seems largely catered toward people of my age and making us feel all nostalgic for how life was back in the 90s, which I'm not even going to pretend was the best time in the world for me. But there is some stuff that I really do wish that I just... I don't know. I just wish I'd been around for. There's something about old stories about working at radio stations that just absolutely fascinates me. I don't really remember much of that zoo crew type stuff that I think people on the coasts got more of than the flyover states. But just the craziness of the business.
The money. The... substances. When rock stars were living what we actually think of as a rock star lifestyle, which is to say making choices that are great for stories and probably not so great for their internal organs. I just love hearing about the lawless days of certain industries and how there are those moments when things just grow faster than people are prepared to adapt with. Kind of like how we are with social media now, except fun. Then I walk into an empty building after everyone's gone, walk into a dusty basement, and sit by myself listening to disembodied voices. So, you know, there are worse ways to spend your time. Anyway, hope y'all are finding little moments of terror to lose yourself in.
And if not, let's see if we can help. First up, from writer Nicholas Waller and narrated by Jimmy Ferrer, Creepy Presents Night Shift.
The car was struggling as much as I was on the drive into work. We both groaned as we struggled up what felt like the world's steepest hill. Every shift I hated driving up that fucking hill. The little rattle in the dashboard seemed to match the persistent dull ache behind my eyes. I truly despised working the night shift. The upside down schedule. How the world feels tilted and strange at 3am. The way I always end up feeling like a damn zombie. The only reason I transferred was the difference in pay from working days. It was how I made the math work. Regardless of my feelings, I sucked it up and told myself it was a small price to pay for the peace of mind it provided. Rent was paid. The fridge was full.
The drives to and from work always gave me some time to reflect on things. Home had been feeling like a constant, delicate balancing act. And lately, I wasn't entirely sure it was one I was able to maintain. When I was in a silent safety net for my elderly father-in-law... whose pride outpaced his limitations. I was doing my best to keep attuned to the subtle shifts in my wife's moods while she clawed her way back from the darkest months of grieving her mother's passing. I did my best to be an anchor for both. It was a role that I took on gladly, but one that left me perpetually exhausted. Hospital sign loomed ahead. It was a glowing reminder that my second shift of the day was about to start. As I pulled into my usual parking spot, I began mentally preparing myself for whatever the night ahead might bring.
I reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed my lunch. Once I'd gotten out of the car and confirmed the doors were secure, I slowly, begrudgingly, made my way towards the emergency department entrance. The automatic doors to the ED slowly hissed open. A sudden draft of sterilized chilled air caused the hair on my arms to stand on end. I gave a nod to Phil, one of my day shift counterparts, on the way in. He was stuck at the metal detector until one of our crew came to relieve him after debrief. Lobby was a liminal space at this hour, bathed in a glimmering institutional hum, and populated only by the weary.
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