Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Wednesday, June 3
51 rooms tonite, the highest of Virus Era and because of the remodel and some rooms being OOO because of carpet cleaning we were almost at a 100% occupancy…And we have 17 arrivals for later today, too, another Virus Era high.
If I were a fraidy cat I would have had the living crap scared out of me this morning…I am not a fraidy cat, however…I have significant experience in keeping my head in times that would startle others, and I managed not to crap my pants.
It was about 0443 and I at the coffee stand putting the finishing touches on morning coffee service and I turn around and there’s this kid standing in the lobby facing me…This was a surprise; he certainly didn’t use the front door to my right and the only other way into the lobby was from the hallway to the guest rooms to my immediate left and I couldn’t believe he got past me without me knowing…It wasn’t that big a deal, of course, but with the benign way he stood there and his beard for an instant I thought I was staring at the Son of Man…Christ, just what I need, Him to show up without a reservation…Good thing we had a few rooms available…Him being Him, I would have been pleased to check him in early without charging Him extra…As it was, the kid just wanted to know when breakfast would be out because he wanted a muffin…Well, in thanks for him not slitting my throat I scooted and got him a muffin and even asked if he wanted two…I still find it tuff to believe he slithered past me without me seeing him.
At the Veterans Service Office (VSO) there were two emails from the English trying to scam me…(Actually, the bank is Austrian and I forget why I thought it was English in the first place…Perhaps I presumed it because the first Sparrows sailed from England in the 1750s.)…I’ll tell you what, if it is a scam they certainly are being very thorough…Recall Monday I sent in an application form just funsies because it didn’t ask for a bank account or social security number and today I had an email from my original contact saying my application has been forwarded and then there was a missive from the person it was forwarded to announcing the account had earned some modest interest and is now under “administrative processing”…Still no request for a bank account number or SSN or a fee or anything more suspicious than a mailing address…The other shoe will drop, of course, but until it does I must be honest and say I’m doing a little bit of wondering about the matter…Not so much the amount – which could fund a modest retirement – but about Edward Sparrow himself, who doesn’t exist – of course – and exactly why he needed to squirrel away funds in central Europe.
Also at the VSO I had a voicemail from FedEx…Seems they are delivering a package today before 8pm that requires a signature…At first, I thought crap, I am expecting one or two things and there’s no way I’ll be home for a signature and then I remembered I don’t use the VSO number for online orders – I don’t even know the VSO’s number, I always have to look at my card – so who in the hell is sending me something here???
Since the message included the tracking number, I tracked it online and it didn’t say who sent it, tho it did say it originated in Beaumont, Texas which was nice to know but otherwise some zero help…So I called FedEx, from the office number, and Ms Automated System said she recognized the number I was calling from, advised they had called the number yesterday – which, of course, I already knew – and asked if I was calling about the referenced package…No, I’m calling to say hi…Of course, that’s why I was calling, but they couldn’t tell me who sent it, either.
I also had trouble eating breakfast…I keep some cereal and milk in the Building Department kitchen next door, the better to keep me away from McDonalds, a tactic currently generating only a marginal success rate…Anyway, the milk was bad, so I headed to the nearest grocery store and bought some and when I get back to the kitchen it turns out it was buttermilk of all things…What an idiot I am…I don’t like buttermilk…Sigh…So I wait till 0900 when the health food store a couple of blocks down the street opens but then at 0830 or so I’m farting around online and I check and discover they’re open right now, so I head over and starvation is staved off.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: Per standard Wednesday policy, there is no sleep to report today.
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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