Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Sunday, January 15
Aisle two again!!!
Not only that, I spent the last half-hour making sure the frozen and dairy cases were squared away…I got exactly zero minutes and zero seconds on my beloved Aisle 5.
I didn’t like this at all.
Paul, who runs the section, came up and asked me if I would help him “zone” frozen and dairy…”That would be a no” was my initial thought, but you gotta be flexible when you punch a clock and, frankly, the frozen and dairy cases were both disaster areas…They hadn’t had attention in hours…Exactly what in the hell Paul was doing the past few hours wasn’t immediately clear, but I’m sure he had other duties.
Part of the reason they were disasters was they weren’t well stocked, so the job wasn’t too hard, but I don’t have a knack for stuff like this and I hope I don’t have to do it again…I think I’d rather work the evil Scan-N-Go aisle.
I don’t know how to do things like this well…Not only that, I’m lousy at it…Any regular reader of this crap knows I do not clean or organize items well…My personal desk is the best possible example of this…It is messy and unorganized, tho I usually know where everything is.
And I didn’t get a whole lot done either….Maybe one side, because people are always coming up and asking where something is
I am losing weight…A couple of co-workers at the retailer have noticed this, tho all the babes at the resort are keeping this to themselves, probably to maintain order in the workplace.
I blame The Wife for this…She has been feeding me very well lately…She and Her Majesty meal prep relentlessly, so I am sent to work with lots of healthy stuff…Today we were still getting mileage out of the turkey she bought last week, and she added a can of peas, my favorite…Since I was working both jobs today, she included something for my break at the retailer, too.
She doesn’t give me a whole lot either…Sure, it’s enough to ensure a growing boy like me gets his nutrition, but it’s hardly a Hungry Man portion, either…It is filling tho, and it is keeping me away from those tasty convenience store hot dogs and fried chicken sandwiches I like more than I should…Some might have noticed I am not officiating basketball this year, and until recently I have not been eating all that well some days.
There was even a yummy when I came home from the retailer after 9pm…She had made some chicken sausage that was apple flavored and some homemade stuff she called Hamburger Buns, probably because in some fantasy universe that’s what they could be used for…They have sweet potatoes and some coconut flour and some seasonings and other goodies in there…I hope they never get within 20 miles of any burger I’m eating, but they were really tasty by themselves, and it gave it some nice time together at the kitchen table after a long day.
I am sufficiently smaller that Iam going to wear the size-smaller pants for work I bought a while ago and have never really felt comfortable in…They’re probably still a smidgen tight, but I should be able to breathe and having them on will be good for morale.
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.
The Diary of a Nobody was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.