The
best thing about my old job was the Big Red Button. It turned off the
lights. I was the only one who got to press it. Little me, after everyone had left, got to stand up on her
tiptoes (it was up high so no one would brush it accidentally) and push the
big red button and turn off all the lights.
Then it was just
me and the ghosts.
Now I have a
dozen switches to flip, 12
tiny explosions of electricity at my fingers. It's just not the same.