The Diary of a Nobody/January 18

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Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…

Monday, January 18
The big news is Amy was stocking the sundry stand when I reported for duty…Usually, no one outside of yours truly seems to stock the sundry stand, not that I’m complaining because this is a reasonable nite auditor function, but we sell a lot of water during ski season and it was pretty low and Amy said it was pretty slow and she wanted to do something…I don’t understand this, at all, of course, because slow can be put to good use, but it saved me some time, so God bless Amy. 

Amy had the latest on 108, the room that was being paid for by a fraudulent credit card…Recall Mr X had reserved the room with a stolen credit for a worker who turned out to be some broad who wasn’t too bright…Amy had asked if I’d heard about it and I said of course and asked how the hell we been taken in the first place…Recall we discussed yesterday procedure in this instance to get a form filled out along with a copy of the credit card and the person’s ID a procedure, it turns out, that is generally ignored here because we deal with established businesses that tend not to use stolen credit cards, tho Amy wasn’t entirely sure which we did got get a copy of, the credit card or the ID…It may well have been both because Amy said the Credit Card Authorization binder was full of forms that had neither attached to them. 

Amy added she was unclear if we got money from the broad or not. 

Amy, as usual, had a pot of coffee made – partly for her drive home and partly for me – and I went thru the motions of pouring a cup because I couldn’t bear to tell her I’d actually brought my own from home…It hit me tonite that with the New Schedule and all I actually only make coffee at home two mornings a week, Thursday and Fridays, my nights off from the hotel.

This really isn’t a problem because the hotel coffee is really good, but recall I bought some of the retailer’s breakfast blend on Thursday and I wanted to try some of it…So I brought the (small) sack in, putting it in a large baggie after spilling part of it when I originally put it in my backpack.  

it calmed down a bit at the Veterans Service Office (VSO) today…It’s Martin Luther King Day, of course, but it’s not a holiday where the county completely shuts down except for the sheriff’s office like they do on Christmas and New Years’…I could have taken the day off, I suppose, but 1) this is a part-time job, so I don’t have the holiday pay hours to take off every single holiday, and 2) yours truly is going to be up anyway, probably doing project work, and I can do that just as well at the office…Some might say gee, Sparrow, it’s a holiday so no one’s going to call you anyway so why don’t you work the hours another day but I’ve got the hotel, too, and can’t just pop in here whenever the hell I want.

As it was, nobody did call me, of course, nor were there any emails demanding immediate, or even delayed, attention, and, being a rascal I even knocked off early.  

The flowing locks are still in dire need of being cut…It’s not too bad up top or on the sides because it’s combed back, but the back is really starting to curl…I don’t have anyone to impress right now and I’m not running for anything, so vanity is the only reason to get it cut now and yours truly doesn’t have sufficient vanity to go and get a haircut right now simply because it’s too long…Plus, who the hell knows who does and who does not have COVID???…A while back a couple of guys from a homeless agency in the big city came up to visit to say howdy despite the fact homeless vets are non-existent up here and a couple of days later the agency emails me and says one of them had COVID so watch out…Of course, we wore our masks and couldn’t even be bothered to shake hands and yours truly had no symptoms, but it goes to show you never know…It’s best to stay away as much as possible. 

And where to get it cut is a problem now, too…Of course, that butcher in the next county is out, but the franchise place in town has closed and while the last place I went to downtown did a serviceable job, it cost $30, too, which is a bit more than I want to pay. 

Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1330 Monday until 2130 Monday…8.0 hours for the day and a man-sized 16.5 hours for the day, which might be a Monday record, but the Sparrow Sleep Log Record Book (SSLRB) hasn’t been consulted yet. 

It was a great rest, too, waking up only once to use the can and there were more nice dreams that I can’t remember right now. 

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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