Graveyard Shift
Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve left a new post. I had a looooong weekend. I worked graveyard shift (actually I think it’s a little crass to call it that considering it’s a retirement home…) Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, then got up Sunday evening and worked some more! So basically all I’ve done this weekend is work and sleep. I do like doing the night shift though. It’s quiet because everyone’s asleep and I’m allowed to watch the TV in the activity room to pass the time. Sometimes if I’m feeling industrious I’ll even *gasp!* study a little bit.
This weekend I decided that I have an overactive imagination. Working at night is okay, but I’m the only employee there - and definetely the only person awake most of the time. So sometimes it’s a little spooky. Previously when I was doing my rounds (once an hour) I would hear indistinct voices or noise that I just figured were coming from the TV I left on in the activity room. Well, this weekend the activity room was beset by termites and was closed off, so no TV. But the voices were still there. Yeah. I was / / <–this close to freaking out entirely. I’ve pretty much put it down to being alone at night in a big building, being exhausted, and having an overactive imagination, but it was pretty scary at the time.
I mean, it’s a retirement home. How many people have died there? Just in the three years I’ve been there five people have died - I changed a recently-dead woman’s clothes once for her family - and the building’s been around for a lot longer than I’ve been there. But I managed to comfort myself by thinking, I’ve done the night shift hundreds of times before, and nothing has ever happened. Why should something just randomly happen now? (Although once I saw this movie where the monster didn’t exist until you thought about it…) Plus, it used to be a training house for nuns. That’s got to count for something against evil spirits, yeah?
I have to admit I’ve always wondered about ghosts and stuff. I’m not sure if I believe in them or not. I wouldn’t be horribly surprised if they existed. But I think of ghosts in the same way that I think of aliens and other things of that ilk. If they exist, they exist, but personally I’d rather not find out for sure one way or the other. It’s seriously not worth the heart attack. Besides, what kind of a Christian would I be if I refused to believe in anything I haven’t actually laid eyes on personally? I mean, I’ve never seen God before but I believe He exists. So why not ghosts, or aliens, or whatever? So at the moment I remain a borderline sceptic, but I’m telling you I was almost a believer last weekend.
