Memoir - Week 20
But, lurking within
the nightshift shadows was another nice little fringe benefit. The time
difference between Canberra and Virginia allowed me to chat with Erin at what
was a good hour for her, while I was still in the office. There was some
variance in hours depending on daylight savings either country, though I had a
decent window of opportunity in which to phone Erin.
Our team was small
and the floor, let alone the other floors of the Australian Federal Police
headquarters, was otherwise people-less during nightshift hours, except for the
two security guards on ground level behind a long pane of secure glass,
probably discussing the cricket or the football or whichever sport was in
season. Picking a moment between the hours of midnight and 4am, I would wander
away in a nonchalant manner from my desk and sit down at another desk located
on the opposite side of the floor, dimly lit and entirely private. There I’d
dial up Erin and chat with her for a good half hour, often quite a bit a
longer.
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