Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Friday, December 31
The Wife and I met ten years ago today!!!
She can write her own diary if she wants her version out there…She traditionally lies about how we met, usually implying that I was “hard-up” for a date at the time which I wasn’t, don’t even start, I was going out with babes left and right…Doubt that at your peril…To repeat: I was NOT hard-up.
We were both working at a large hotel/casino on the Sin City Strip and we met completely by accident when some oaf dropped a table on her leg…I was a security supervisor at the time – she worked in banquets – and I was dispatched to perform and eye test that involved a flashlight and following my index finger to see if there was probable cause to send her in for a drug test.
(The joke, of course, is there was, but I hid the evidence in exchange for a date).
Anyway, she was all over me from the start…Don’t let anyone tell you differently…No siree…All over me!!!…As it was, I happened to have some open slots in my social calendar and was able to squeeze her in for a couple of dates.
Our meeting was pure luck because our paths did not normally cross…I asked her out, she had no choice but to say yes, and the rest is Cupid history.
Boy, the cat was really laying it on today when I got home from work…We usually give her her daily canned yummy ration when it gets dark and it’s winter, of course, so it’s getting darker earlier and she was on me as soon as I walked in the door.
She was on the kitchen table when I walked in the door and followed me to my desk while I cleared out my pockets and, since her food bowls are kept nearby, began eating from last night’s yummy plate, glancing up at me to make sure I saw her dining on day-old cat food…Her look implied I was making her eat a felt tip pen…I gave her yummies at the usual time, tho.
Work was busy, but we had two desk clerks, Gabriel and Leah, so I was able to do supervisor stuff all day…I assigned rooms for tomorrow, we are completely booked with a couple of rooms out of order, but when I left there were only two unassigned, which isn’t too bad…Alice the GM said she will take care of those tomorrow.
I am taking partial credit for this, since I’ve been assigning rooms for a couple of months…Two is manageable…Last year there were times when we had 13 unassigned, which was a living hell.
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.