This will probably come as a surprise to many, but off and on for nearly a year I worked at a gym. A gym! You know, where The Sports and stuff happen.
Now this was not some state-of-the-art facility full of the latest and greatest in athletic equipment. No, it was Henry Crown Field House, the “new” gym at UChicago during my time there as a student in 1998-2001. The “old” gym – Bartlett – had been completed in 1904. Hence, Henry Crown – built in 1931 – was new…ish. I just learned today that the second story was only added in 1976, as evidenced by the amazing photo below that shows a bulldozer going to town on what would soon be basketball courts. Amazing!Somehow I ended up applying for and getting a job at Henry Crown as an attendant or assistant or whatever it was they called the people who sat at the front desk and made sure no one entered without their university ID. It was a pretty sweet gig all in all. I almost always worked with at least one other person, some of them more entertaining than others, of course. Friends would stop by and chat, we could work on homework during the slow times, and for the most part we got to sit down on tall swivel chairs, save for the times when there were towels to be laundered. Plus, I think I made something like $8/hour, which was good money for a student in 1999 (and is still sadly only slightly less than the current minimum wage in Illinois). Like I said, pretty sweet.
The only times that I somewhat dreaded were when I worked the closing shift which, once I became a supervisor, was probably a couple of times a week. Closing the gym entailed making a sweep of the entire facility to ensure everybody had gone home for the night. If memory serves me, we closed at 11pm on weekdays and midnight on weekends, so about 10 minutes before closing I’d start making the rounds and turning off lights as I went. The other person would stay back at the desk to make sure nobody else came in.
The upstairs was easy because usually it was configured as one big open space and the light switches were all together in one corner. Downstairs, however, was another matter, owing to the handball and racquetball courts. Not all of them were used for those sports – the rowing crew had their machines in a couple of them and there was maybe some storage in another – but nonetheless I had to walk along a narrow corridor with eight little doors and check to make sure each court was empty before turning off the lights. Some nights I was convinced that this was how I would meet my death. You know, because crazed axe murderers tend to hang out in college gyms and then wait for unsuspecting attendants to walk along during their closing shift before jumping out and hacking them to pieces. You know, like that dog in Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.
Clearly, nothing close to that kind of scenario ever took place, but I was still spooked for just a couple of minutes every closing shift when I had to walk that hallway. Occasionally there would still be somebody in a court who didn’t realize it was closing time, but almost to a person the gym users were polite and quickly headed out into the dark night so we could lock the doors and go home ourselves. Speaking of locking the doors, we did that from the inside using just a simple Allen wrench. We’d check the doors one last time then part ways and walk back to our respective dorms.
I haven’t been in Henry Crown since 2001, but from the outside it looks virtually the same. I’m sure the computers and washing machines and ellipticals have been replaced and updated, but I would bet money the doors still lock the same way. Wonder if the students working there these days still get a little spooked by the handball courts. I’ll be they do.