As a way of making extra money in a tough economy, working security has been both a gift and a trial. I’ve had access to fascinating people and places I’d never see otherwise yet I’ve been exposed to people and places I’d avoid otherwise.
Working a hotel overnight fits somewhere in between. Eerie thoughts of Stanley Kubrick’s THE SHINING are an occupational hazard but here, wandering the halls at two in the morning, I’m reminded more of David Lynch.
He tried out a TV show called HOTEL ROOM and it’s easy to see his fascination: so many people under one roof yet so much silence between them. Hundreds of doors, each one holding a secret. The steady hum of the ice machine and the fluorescent lights is broken only by the occasional murmur of conversation through the door cracks.
Someone is snoring far far too loudly for their health; one room’s TV is playing KING OF THE HILL; a drunk girl heads back to a room with two guys.
I’m just here to make sure the space remains quiet, the secrets kept. It’s a deeply strange way to spend a morning.