Did I ever tell the story of when I was working for a museum... and living in one at the same time?
In Providence, there's a Governor's Mansion that has since been turned into a museum- well, the ground floor, anyways- the upper floors were 3 apartments since the 1920s. One- on the second floor, sharing it with the offices with of the Museum- was my grandparent's. When my normal summer job fell through, I ended up last minute working for the RISD Museum, and staying in the apartment, by myself, for much of the summer.
I came to spend most of my time in the living room, which backed up to the offices' main room. So I was used to occasionally hearing voices through the walls. So on one evening, I noted that once again, muffled voices could be heard. What was different was I realized that it was 9 o'clock at night, long after the museum closed. I first assumed that someone stayed late, or there was some event happening. It certainly sounded like a party. But the space was cubicles- not where they'd have guests. Checking outside, there were no cars in museum parking spaces, or in the driveway. In fact, moving to the bay windows, I could see the lights were off in the museum. I tried to see if it wasn't the apartment above me, but no, it was coming from the shared wall. (I later learned the people above were out that week).
Later on, after this happened a few more times over the summer, I realized the living room and the offices had once been one room- they were the main parlor for the house.
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In Providence, there's a Governor's Mansion that has since been turned into a museum- well, the ground floor, anyways- the upper floors were 3 apartments since the 1920s. One- on the second floor, sharing it with the offices with of the Museum- was my grandparent's. When my normal summer job fell through, I ended up last minute working for the RISD Museum, and staying in the apartment, by myself, for much of the summer.
I came to spend most of my time in the living room, which backed up to the offices' main room. So I was used to occasionally hearing voices through the walls. So on one evening, I noted that once again, muffled voices could be heard. What was different was I realized that it was 9 o'clock at night, long after the museum closed. I first assumed that someone stayed late, or there was some event happening. It certainly sounded like a party. But the space was cubicles- not where they'd have guests. Checking outside, there were no cars in museum parking spaces, or in the driveway. In fact, moving to the bay windows, I could see the lights were off in the museum. I tried to see if it wasn't the apartment above me, but no, it was coming from the shared wall. (I later learned the people above were out that week).
Later on, after this happened a few more times over the summer, I realized the living room and the offices had once been one room- they were the main parlor for the house.
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