1 post tagged “moonlighting”

For the record, I’m not moonlighting, though I do work for two separate companies. It’s a bit complicated, but not very interesting, so I won’t bore you with the details, suffice to say my current job’s only a part of my other job.

Anyway, in my other job I work with people who know people who can find out things and last week I had them looking into something surrounding my car’s unfortunate accident.

I was a bit too traumatised last Monday, having seen the wreck, but I had a long time between sweeping a few halls and fixing a fried fuse box on Tuesday to do some pondering. Remember the mysterious shoulder pain I mentioned? It’s persisted ever since and feels very reminiscent of an old injury.

I lived in London for a while when I first started my other job and was taking some self-defence classes (which I recommend to any of you planning a holiday there in the near future). We were practicing a figure-four arm-lock when my training partner got a little over-zealous and dislocated my shoulder.

Ouch.

Fortunately it was patched up pretty quickly and was fine after only a few days (the painkillers helped).

Then, a few years ago, I took a clumsy spill out of a third-storey window and landed on that same shoulder. Unfortunately, medical care was somewhat lacking where I was and I had to put it back in myself.

Ouch!

How it feels now very much reminds me of how it felt then. That got to me to thinking that maybe I might’ve been in the car after all. And if so, I must’ve been driving, because there is no way I’d have survived what happened to the passenger side.

After work I called back at the junkyard to have a talk with the owner, under the premise of having left something in the car. I thought it was a bit odd that, so soon after a crash, my car had been towed away for scrap. I’d have thought an accident investigator would’ve wanted to have a look at it.

“I’ve been towing stuff for the police for years,” he tells me. “Some police woman calls me and tells me to tow a wreck, so I tows the wreck.”

“About what time was that?”

He shrugs. “After midnight?”

Why’s he asking me?

I know if I was called out on a job on a Friday midnight, I’d be a lot more curious and a lot less blasé, but I let it go.

And so, to my car, and the thing that was bothering me. I’d noticed a spot of blood on what was left of the near-side door when I saw it on the Monday, which I just assumed belonged to whoever had pinched it, but I couldn’t remember seeing any inside. If someone was in the passenger seat, surely there’d be a mess?

I sneakily scraped off the blood (not that the yard-owner was paying any attention) to hand over to someone in my other job to hand over to someone to take a look at.

Came back on Saturday with a big, fat bugger-all.

Literally. Nothing.

So now the question is; what is somebody who doesn’t exist doing bleeding on my car after it’s been battered?

My pondering continues.