The Diary of a Nobody/July 19

It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…

Monday, July 19
Don’t mess with morning coffee service (MCS), dammit!!!

When reporting for duty tonight I noticed that the MCS racks were still out…All right, there were an awful lot of arrivals and it can get really busy on swing shift, tho it must be noted this is the second time this week this has happened after not happening at all in my first 2.5 years here. 

Anyway, someone on day or swing shift messed with it…First, the trash can and napkins were moved…The trash can had been off to the right with its back edge near the wall – so it’s perpendicular to the wall – and the napkins had, logically, been placed in front of the cup and creamer rack but nooooo, this wasn’t satisfactory for someone on day/swing shift. 

For reasons I’m sure someone thought good, the trash can was moved so one of its long sides was parallel to and almost up against the wall, with the napkins moved – again, for supposedly good reasons – to the area in front of the new trash can location…Well, needless to say this could not stand, and I switched it back the instant Amy left, tho it’s not entirely certain she was responsible for this travesty against the natural order…Officially, there are no suspects.     

There was another instance of someone not looking their age this morning…Recall a night or two ago there was a woman who looked to be 70 who was actually 56…Tonite it was the opposite, someone who looked my age but was actually considerably younger…He was checking in and I asked to see an ID and his birthday, instead of being the anticipated mid-1960s or so was actually 1979!!!…Christ, I was just starting high school in 1979 and this guy looked like he could have graduated right along with me.

I gotta be honest, instances like these are good for morale…I’m not entirely sure why I’m aging pretty well, but perhaps it’s due to being single most of my adult life and childless for all of it…Plus, as regular readers of this crap also know, I take care to get plenty of rest. 

Recall last week I checked in a guy and hilariously gave him keys to a room that was already occupied…Well, he’s a regular and he checked in this morning and ol’ Sparrow earned a pretty good laff by announcing his room had been personally inspected and found to have no one in it…This was true, too…I’d noticed his registration card amongst the remaining arrivals and while there was no reason to suspect otherwise except last week’s rare mishap, I actually went and made entry into his room to ensure there was no one else in it. 

There’s an opening on our small town’s town council…Recall these have happened from time to time in the seven years I’ve lived there and I’ve shown some interest in it in the past…The last time was a year ago – maybe two years, there was a time when yours truly would have remembered, but that time apparently has passed – when the town council was so thrilled with the application of me and a couple of other losers they extended the deadline by as long as necessary to find someone who wasn’t a complete moron. 

So I don’t think I will put in for it…I know a couple of people at Town Hall and if they don’t get any applicants maybe someone there will think of me and ask me to apply…They meet on Thursdays and baseball season ends in a couple of weeks, so I’ll be able to make meetings, but offhand I am not applying right now. 

Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1530 Monday until 2130 Monday…6.0 hours for the day and 17.5 hours for the week, a figure regular readers of this crap know is a splendid Tuesday total (TT).

I was a bit delayed hitting the sack this afternoon…First, there was some laundry to do (some lawn watering was also snuck in)…Usually, laundry’s planned so that I don’t need to do it on days when I want to get straight to bed, but plainly that was screwed up this week…Not only that, clean underwear, t-shirts and socks haven’t been folded and placed on top of the dryer like they usually are, so a full Laundry Audit (LA) will have to be on Thursday’s day off. 

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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