52 - The Retirement of Pamela Winchell

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Well, that was it.

It's over.

Did you do it?

Have you achieved what you wanted?

No.

Ah, well,

welcome to Night Vale.

Former Mayor Pamela Winchell called an emergency press conference today to announce that she is enjoying her retirement immensely, and she could not be happier to no longer be mayor.

More happiness is not possible, she wailed.

Happiness is a fool's daydream.

She was then reminded by reporters that she is no longer mayor and so shouldn't be calling emergency press conferences, especially when there is none of the usual emergencies happening, like seeing an interesting butterfly, eating a very good sandwich, or being disappointed that it is 2 o'clock already.

I sought a statement from current mayor, Dana Cardinal, who is, of course, a former intern and dear friend of mine.

I found her at the end of a dark hallway draped with rotting black cloth and thick with cobwebs, where she was sitting on the mayoral throne and contemplating her hands.

I thought it would be different than this,

she said, but it's exactly what it is.

I asked her specifically her thoughts on former Mayor Pamela Winchell continuing to call emergency press conferences.

Oh,

Mayor Dana said and then again, oh

and then

she can do that if she wants.

I'm too busy these days to do press conferences anyway.

Tell you what and then she did tell me what, which is that she is naming Pamela Winchell the official nightvale director of emergency press conferences.

When informed of this news, Pamela made a swiping, dismissive gesture with her hands, saying, I don't need her permission.

I'll call them if I want.

Anyway, I'm retired.

She was crying.

She smiled, and she cried.

I'm retired, she continued.

But that's very, very nice of her.

What a wonderful woman.

I'm going to call an emergency press conference to let people know what a wonderful woman the new mayor is,

she concluded.

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Pamela Winchell called an emergency press conference to announce that while she thanks the current mayor for her generous offer, After some thought and discussion with a couple of helpful advisors, she simply is too busy being retired to accept.

I'm just too busy fishing, she said, wildly waving a fishing rod around, slapping it on her podium, and narrowly avoiding catching several reporters with the absurdly oversized hook as they ducked and scrambled out of reach.

See?

She continued.

I'm fishing right now.

This is what fishing looks like.

I'm pretty sure, she continued, cracking the thick leather fishing line like in that popular and heartwarming series of adventure movies about a wise-cracking archaeologist who comically destroys countless important artifacts under the hilarious misapprehension that they belong in his museum rather than in the religious sites of the cultures that made them.

As the reporters ran from her dangerous, flailing fishing line, she shouted, this concludes my emergency press conference about my complete retirement from emergency press conferences please assemble again in three hours for an emergency press conference that will update you on my retirement status

she then took hold of a rope dangling from the hastily painted blue backdrop that we all assume is the sky and was lifted up through a door shaking the flimsy particle board known as the sky as she went.

In other news, Strexcorp Synernists Inc., a company which until recently had something of an outsized effect on our town, is now under the control of beings who call themselves angels and who do not legally exist.

The existence of the company itself is therefore something of a moral slash ethical question,

the kind that philosophers consider in their secret black market philosophy meetings.

Despite all the difficulties in discussing its very concept, Strex and its new owners have gone about making what they say are constructive repairs to a town damaged by its recent battle with a force that seemed, but was not,

greater than our own.

For instance, they gave Teddy Williams of the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex the funds to hire contractors to renovate his building and cover over Lane 5 with asphalt.

thus trapping the tiny civilization beneath it that is still declaring war on us.

A so-called angel said in a statement,

I have donated a coffee table made of human bones to charity, and will use the money I save on taxes to invest in the desert flower bowling alley and arcade fun complex because angels, if we were real, would certainly love to bowl.

Or whatever,

the creature added.

Meanwhile, I've been getting regular calls and Snapchats from Carlos.

You know, my hero scientist boyfriend.

From the desert otherworld he is very temporarily trapped in.

He'll be back super soon.

He says that he found a cactus.

Only it's not a cactus.

Only it is.

He says it's difficult to explain and that he really wants to explain it.

That is what he is for, he said.

To explain a world that defies explanation.

He sent me a photo of the cactus, but it only appeared on my phone as an error box that said,

Even if you could, you would wish you hadn't.

Well, it sounds like he's having fun out there.

That's...

that's good.

Pamela Winchell called another emergency press conference to show just how well she's doing without the need to call emergency press conferences.

Retirement is great, she said.

I've taken up bird watching.

She then showed off this new hobby.

in the process demonstrating a deep misunderstanding of both the concept of birds and the concept of watching.

The resulting fire wiped out the podium and indeed the entire press conference gazebo, sending both Pamela and the attending reporters fleeing in every direction.

See how wonderful being retired is?

She shouted behind her as she sprinted away, smoke-fueled tears streaming from her sunken eyes.

I love being retired.

It's the best,

she concluded, as the fire spread to several nearby structures, despite the earnest lectures and head-shaking from Nightvale's brigade of brave fire disapprovers.

Oh, listeners.

I finally got a chance to eat at Tourniquet, Nightvale's Vale's hottest new culinary night spot.

I mean, I didn't get to eat their food or sit at any of their tables.

Reservations are still just too hard to get.

But I did make a PB and J at home and eat it quickly in their front waiting area, as the Mater D glared at me implacably, as he does to everyone, due to the fact that he is a large idol carved from volcanic rock.

But, despite the less than ideal visit to the restaurant, it did give me a chance to say hello again to Earl Harlan.

Now,

it was a big surprise for me, my childhood best friend, Earl Harlan, working at this restaurant after being dragged away by mute, interdimensional children, not to be heard from again for a year and a half.

It was a big surprise for me, obviously, because I had no idea he had any interest in cooking, let alone the skills to be a sous chef.

Well, I invited him to come on the show sometime and give all of us a few cooking tips.

I don't know if he'll take me up on it, but we might be lucky enough to get a peek into the mystical, nearly forgotten art that is cooking.

Won't that be dangerous and probably illegal?

Despite pleas from local, regional, national, international, and interstellar authorities, Pamela Winchell has continued to give emergency press conferences to publicize her deep enjoyment of retirement and to decline the new mayor's standing job offer to give emergency press conferences her press conference about tropical fish care resulted in a deadly flash flood that swept through old town nightvale washing away everyone's piles of cool stones they had found Her demonstration of coin collecting crashed several world economies in the process breaking a 10-year peace treaty that had ended the previous blood space war.

And her demonstration of mass poisoning, unfortunately, went without a hitch.

Even as her press conferences have become much more fatal than usual, she has increased their frequency considerably.

sometimes having two press conferences so close together that they actually occur simultaneously.

Pamela speaking in a rapid back and forth to two different groups of reporters as she shows two different cataclysmic methods of retirement she has recently been taught by her mysterious team of advisors.

More on this story as Pamela continues to create it.

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Life hack one is...

Oh,

um,

listeners, intern Maureen is waving to me frantically from the control room well more frantically than she does at all times about the general terrifying nature of life and she's mouthing something

flannel fissure

animals whiz beer

oh oh

no

she's mouthing Pamela is here

Listeners, it seems that Pamela Winchell, her press conference gazebo burned down, has chosen the steps of the community radio station as the site of her next retirement demonstration.

Given the effect of her previous demonstrations, this could spell doom for our little station and our little lives.

I must, I must try to talk to her.

I will, listeners, I will make her listen.

And while I make her listen, I will also make you listen to the weather.

Now, Pamela, Pamela, stop.

Here I'll end

again.

There at Neon Lake Motel.

The bird.

Well, to keep away, awake in ours.

I'll go there every night just just to feel safe

all the time.

I will wait for the dark to shake

my escape.

Getting by the moon,

we can't fly the slow without a strain.

Here I go, I see myself a child

Pressing down a cord and saying

wild

Pointing at the blue book on the shelf

I'm holding in a tile And he was right

all the time

I will

wait for dark to shade

one

escape.

Getting by

new,

we can't fly this loop with our estrange.

You're going to find

this

you know, I'll show you

Dun, dun, dum, da, dun, dum,

da, da, da, da, dum, dun, dun,

dun, dum.

Da-da-da-da-da, da, Dunn

All the time

I will

wait for the dark to shake

my

escape

Getting by

you

We can't fire this life without the scream

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Charlie Sheen is an icon of decadence.

I lit the fuse and my life turns into everything it wasn't supposed to be.

He's going the distance.

He was the highest-paid TV star of all time.

When it started to change, it was quick.

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Well we have returned, as we always do,

all of us.

Unless we don't, as we sometimes don't, all of us.

Many people who have had nightvale community radio mean something in their lives rushed to the front steps of the building to save this vital part of our little town.

The crowd held most of the population of our beloved berg.

In this modern age of media, there is of course no medium so close to the common heart as community radio.

Leading the crowd was Mayor Dana, who pressed Ms.

Winchell further to accept her offer of the official position.

But Pamela was unswayed.

She, in fact, was standing rigidly, her eyes rolled to the whites, her fingers splayed, booming, retirement,

retirement

in a voice that was not her own.

A great wind gusted up from around her body, whirling through the crowd and sweeping intern Maureen away into the distance.

To the family and friends of Intern Maureen,

etc.

Anyway,

Pamela, we cried, unified under threat just as we are often at odds through peace.

Pamela, do not retire.

We need you, we cried.

Specifically we need you to stop demonstrating your retirement.

Stop doing that right away, we said in unison and in fear.

But Pamela would not hear us.

We had given up all hope and were casting about for other things to give up dreams, aspirations, and then, digging further, anticipated muscle pains, pre-grief for loss that hadn't happened yet, post-grief for losses long ago, and further still until we were ready to give up that shifting, shivery spark that is our human heart itself.

But then,

but then

well,

I don't remember what happened next.

There seems to be just a gap in my memory, much longer and deeper than the usual gaps that we all develop in our memories to protect us from forbidden information.

We might have heard or hooded figures we might have accidentally brushed against in the dark of our rooms, just before we turn on the lights.

But fortunately, being a reporter, I had my little reporter's book of big boy note-taking, just like I've had since I was five years old.

and the prophecies were first revealed that I was destined to be the voice of our little community.

I always make notes in this book, even if I'm I'm not aware of it.

See, just now I wrote down, said,

always makes notes in this book, even if I'm not aware of it.

Wow.

Very accurate.

And I'm not even holding a pen.

Anyway, I can just consult my notes and see how this situation was solved.

Um,

okay.

It appears here that a man in a tan jacket holding a deer skin suitcase approached Pamela's podium.

Fear not,

he said, perhaps a tad melodramatically.

I can relate to what she's going through,

he continued.

I think I can talk her through this.

You look very familiar.

We all shouted back, still in unison.

But I don't believe we've ever met you before.

Who are you?

But the man in the tan jacket was already skittering, spider-like, up to Pamela and whispering into her ear.

No one could hear what he said, according to my notes, but Pamela seemed to immediately respond to his voice.

stopping the mass destruction of her retirement activities and listening intently, occasionally nodding and saying, uh-huh, uh-huh,

uh-huh.

And then, miracle of miracles, she stepped away from the podium.

Mayor Cardinal, she said,

I would be happy to accept the role of director of emergency press conferences.

Thank you, and I am no longer retired.

She then asked everyone to meet her tomorrow at 7 a.m.

sharp in the newly rebuilt press conference gazebo for her first official emergency press conference in that role.

As for the mysterious man, he of the tan jacket and deer skin suitcase, he turned to the audience and started a lecture about the place he is from,

frequently naming it and even pointing to it on a map.

But anytime the name of the place should appear in my notes, the writing has been violently scratched out to the point of tearing through the paper, and then

just blank pages until a few minutes ago when my notes resume.

So

that's what happened.

Or at least, according to my notes.

It's entirely possible that during that memory gap, I decided to use my notebook to try out a first foray into realistic fiction, and that something else entirely happened.

Who knows which fictional version of the fictional past is true.

And so, listeners, Now that we are safe, let us take a moment of deep sympathy for Pamela Winchell.

One of the great fears, among a life of great fears, perhaps the last great fear,

is the fear of being no longer useful.

We find a role in life, and we do that role to the best of our ability for as long as that ability is there.

But all of us, even me, dear listeners, will someday hit a point where we no longer are able to do that thing that we define ourselves by doing.

And more than the fear of injury, more than the fear of death, this is the fear that looms.

The loss of self.

The self that is the self we imagined we were our whole lives.

But we were never that self, not really.

We were only a series of selves, living one role and then leaving it for another,

and all the time convincing ourselves that there was no change, that we were always the same person, living the same life.

One arc to a finish.

Not the stutter-stop improvisation that is our actual lives.

Worry less about the person you once were

or the person you dream you someday will be.

Worry about the person you are now.

Or

don't even worry.

Just be that person.

Be the best version of that person you can be.

Be a better version than any of the other versions in any of the many parallel universes.

Check regularly online to see the rankings.

Pamela Winchell was mayor.

And now she is not.

But that does not mean she is not anything.

She is still Pamela.

She is still a human being.

And now, she is also the director of emergency press conferences.

We look forward to the Pamela that is

and whatever Pamela will come after.

Stay tuned next for a world so possible that its very possibility feels constricting.

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good night, Night Vale.

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