The Diary of a Nobody
Being the modern day record of Charles
Pooter VI -
direct descendant of the 19th Century original
Saturday, April 25, 2009
This very young customer service operator Michael Pitt (new on the job) showed up late for work (again). I told him I was duty bound to report the incident to Barry Perkupp (our Manager). Surprisingly, Michael (“Mikey” to the others, apparently) apologised profusely. I was very pleased with this sudden turn round, so I told him I’d not take it any further with Barry or HR. I was walking through the office an hour or so later, and got hit in the face by an elastic band. I turned round quickly, but everyone seemed hard at it. I don’t throw money around, but I’d have given a tenner to anyone who could have told me whether it was deliberate or an accident. I went home early, bought some more stencils, and painted a few small designs on a couple of flower pots, the back of the TV remote, and an old lamp. Also did a nice one - a little garland of daisies - round the handle of Gowing’s umbrella (he’d left it behind the other day).
©MMIX KONSIGNIA. All rights reserved.
Why shouldn’t
I publish
my diary?
I often see memoirs by people I’ve never even heard of and I don’t see why my diary should be any less interesting, just because I’m not a ‘celebrity’. I only wish I’d started it when I was younger.
Charles Pooter
The Laurels, 32 Elmside,
Barleycorn Mead, Harrow on the Hill.
charles@charlespooter.com
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