Years ago a small hotel would have a Nightman.
He would work alone and have many jobs—man the desk to check in late arrivers, do anything any of the daytime office staff would, as necessary, and total up the hotel’s take for the previous day in the remaining long silent reaches of the night.
It was a job I aspired to. Anyone who likes autonomy, quiet, solitude, attractive surroundings, and plenty of time to dream would have done so.
It’s the undisturbed time to dream and imagine–that’s the key.