Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Sunday, July 21
I got the lowdown on the stabbing that happened at the hotel on my days off.
First, it happened early Friday morning, not early Thursday morning…Two, it turns out that Q actually saw the stabbing!!!…I am not making that up…He said there was already a crowd in the hall when he arrived to restore order and he was a couple of doors down when the guy came backing out of 151 followed shortly by his girlfriend, who was both holding a knife and announcing her intention to use it, as soon as she could get within range…Q also reported it wasn’t a stab so much as a couple of good slashes…Q added he immediately called paramedics and declined to render first aid, which is certainly anyone’s right to do.
Brandon took my picture, too…Officially, Brandon said it was because all employees must have their picture taken and even going thru the motions of wondering why it hadn’t been done earlier, but it has to be for my Employee of the Month pic that goes on the wall at the front desk…It still hasn’t been announced, but there is no other reason to take my picture.
The only problem is, despite not completely unattractive, I am the most unphotogenic person on this planet…I take lousy pics, and the one Brandon shot of me up against the wall at the front desk was about as good as you’re going to get, considering what you have to work with, so I cropped it on his phone a little bit, made the sign of the cross, and told him to go with it.
Coffee service was slow going today…The Halliburton crew only had a couple of cups, and no creamer – the Upset of the Year, and at 0600, an hour into regular coffee service, there was only half a pot gone and still zero creamer usage!!!….I am not making that up…It did pick up a bit the last 45 minutes of my shift, with me having to replace one of the pots.
Someone new called this morning asking if we had distressed airline passenger rooms, even tho the airline only flies into town in the winter so there are no flights, much less distressed passengers…She was really young and plainly just learning English and her accent and lack of fluency made her sound really snitty, actually…I wanted to hang-up, but it’s not her fault she’s obliged to work a job calling strange hotels in America (they’re in the Philippines) asking what to her must seem silly questions…So I was gracious, tho it was tuff, and I reconfirmed that we did, indeed, have rooms for their distressed airline passengers and we hadn’t started a shuttle service in the last 24 hours.
The Wife is off housesitting until Thursday…She is not pleased about this, but is unable to say no and she swore next time someone asks her she would call me first and my instructions are to tell her we have plans for that time…It doesn’t matter when and the plans don’t matter either…I can make up whatever I want.
With The Wife gone Sunday Spaghetti Nite (SSN) wasn’t celebrated because there was no point in doing all that cooking just for myself…I had a couple of sandwiches, tho this was not the original plan…With The Wife gone today was, of course, a splendid opportunity to slip off to the next county and visit my fave Mexican joint…But I woke up a bit later than planned (see Sleep Log below) and by the time I got some coffee in me it was almost 2000 and I didn’t see the point to leaving the house…The current plan is to go on Tuesday.
A house we looked at here in town is for sale again…It’s actually just down Maple Street and to the left a bit, across the street from Jerry’s old house…As I recall, The Wife liked it…It’s bigger than our cabin and has a third of an acre – we have a bit less than a fifth – and it looks out over a barn but for reasons I’ve forgotten I vetoed it…I think it was, in essence, a mobile home and I didn’t like that, but who knows…They’re asking 255 for it, more than they were asking five years ago when we were looking because we wouldn’t have looked at it then.
By the by, some research shows Jerry only got 295 for his…Recall it had originally listed for 335, tho he later slashed that to 325…A check of the site also showed we could still come close to doubling our money on The Shire, which is good for morale, of course, tho The Wife and I have no plans to leave here.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1030 Sunday until 1730 Sunday…I know all of you are noting the late sleepies time…Well, I stopped by the retailer to see The Wife, then I did the watering when I got home tho, Sparrow being Sparrow, he didn’t get right to it, preferring to fart around for a bit.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th century British novel of the same name.
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