Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Wednesday, December 16
For the first time all week, I had to make a new cash sheet for the safe…Well, I always make a new one my first night in for the week, just for funsies, but other than that the cash sheet for the safe remained unchanged for the first four nites, a PB I think, tho specific records haven’t been kept…We’re not sure why – you’d think it’s something we’d be all over here – but there is literally no record of how many consecutive nights the cash sheet for the safe remained unchanged.
Tonight, tho, marked the first changes of the week when the $20 bill and six $5 bills that been there all week were replaced by a $50…There were still fifty $1 bills and the rolled coins remained the same, but still, ol’ Sparrow was obliged to fill out a new spreadsheet – it adds the figures automatically for you – and print it out…(By the by, when there’s no change in the contents of the safe, I merely date and initial the previous cash sheet.)
As I suspected might happen, those two new items I put in the sundry stand freezer, that double caramel/chocolate deal and the original Klondike bars, were taken out…Sue me…You have a rogue nite auditor (who shows up on time every night) and you leave odd items in the back office freezer and sometimes these things get taken to the sundry stand.
Recall when I found them in the back office freezer Tuesday morning they weren’t in a box, there were a few of them in the bin, as if someone had bought them individually…Almost interesting is the fact the Klondike bars appeared to be gone and not known is whether they were inadvertently purchased or otherwise taken by someone.
I think I may have been mistaken when crediting the new girl Nicole the WunderClerk with putting the Morning Coffee Service (MCS) beverage napkins in that fancy-pants twirly pattern…I say this because she’d been off for the past couple of days and they haven’t been twirled but this morning they were…I am not making that up…This means someone besides Nicole has been twirling them and your guess as to whom is as good as mine, frankly, tho yours truly isn’t wasting a whole lot of time on it…Also, the paper clip holder for the right station that had been put in the organizer basket is back on the front desk.
There was a tech problem at the Veterans Service Office (VSO) this morning…I was trying to log into the county website so I could update the VSO webpage and it wouldn’t let me…Everything’s pre-populated so all I have to do is hit Enter and BOOM you’re in, but not today…You hit enter and the page merely refreshed without you being logged in.
So I emailed the help desk, saying I can’t log into the county site…At no time did I say I could not access the county site, merely that I couldn’t log in to update the VSO page…I even sent them a link to the VSO page.
Well, as sometimes happens when you write something precisely, clearly and succinctly, someone doesn’t understand and both Helena, who actually works in the county commissioner’s office and handles county website details, and the dude at the help desk wrote me advising they had had zero difficulty in reaching the VSO page via the link I’d submitted.
Well, that wasn’t the problem; I could do that, too…The problem, as stated in the email, was logging into my page so I could update it for today…I emailed them this and then Helena called and I tried to log in again which made me look like an idiot because everything was back to working normally.
I didn’t go in for my weekly soak at the hot springs with exhaustion being the official excuse…This is an odd plea from someone who, tho he was winding up 16 hours on the clock had spent most of them sitting on his keister and farting around…But it was true: most of the last couple-three hours at the VSO had spent reclining and dozing off while watching stuff and when push came to shove ol’ Sparrow was unwilling to put in the work required to go soak in a hot spring…He was too lazy to turn right instead of left coming out of the county building parking lot, he was too lazy to change (twice) and the prospect of walking outside armed only with a swimsuit and towel was beyond comprehension.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: Per policy, there is no sleep to report for this Wednesday.
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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