The Blog of the Evil Jermil Sadler

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I get home from work.

I didn’t want to sit around with him and do nothing for the evening. I recently started lusting for a skateboard. I figured that could be something to do to kill some time while we waited for his dad to call him and give him the details on where he’d be staying. Remember, he only asked to stay with me for ONE NIGHT and that night was used up Wednesday night.

I asked him if he wanted to go to the mall with me so I could pick up a skateboard and whatever else. He said yeah but he wanted to finish his taxes first. I figured he’d be done in a few minutes.

About 30 minutes later, he was still typing away doing his taxes. I ate the rest of my Monte Cristo and had a glass of Funky Llama while I watched an episode of Bam’s Unholy Union. When that went off, it was about 7:45. I decided that if he wasn’t done by 8, I’d roll without him.

He did get done before 8 and we got ready to head to the mall. As he was walking to the door, I suggested that he get his stuff in case his dad calls while we’re out. That way we wouldn’t have to come back to my place to grab his stuff then head back to wherever he would be staying. He stood there looking confused for about 3 seconds. Then he said “Oh yeah…” and grabbed his stuff. I took that as a foreshadowing of how the night would turn out.

We got to the mall and went to Sports Authority. The only skateboards they had cost 90 bucks. I didn’t want to pay that much for something that I probably wouldn’t use after a week. We left there and roamed around the mall. I ended up buying an awesome shirt and a hat. It wasn’t a total loss.

He called his dad on the way back to my place since he hadn’t had any updates and it was about 9:30 at night. He was on the phone with his dad for most of the way back. They finally came to a resolution when I pulled into a parking spot at my place. We got in and he gloomily gave me the results. His dad was apparently calling the wrong number for some relative of his. He has the correct number and was going to call that number in the morning. I say great and I stand there looking at him waiting for him to ask if he can stay another night. Instead, he asks if I can take him to the Metro. I ask him, “Right now?” He says, “Nooo, in the morning.” I say, “oh… yeah sure.”

He has to be at work by 9:30am and wants to get there 30 minutes early. He should’ve just said he wanted to be there by 9. The Metro ride from the stop by here to the stop by his job takes about 45 minutes. Basically, I have to get him to the metro by 8am. I usually don’t get up for work until 8am. I figure I’ll get up, brush my teeth, take him to the Metro, come back home and do the rest of my business, then go to work. Seems like a good idea right?

End Thursday.

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It’s kinda slow at work these days so I find dumb little things to keep myself entertained. Here’s the story of one of them.

Every Tuesday at work, they have it set up where one of my coworkers goes to pick up Chipotle for whoever wants it in the office. For a while, one guy was running it. It ran pretty smoothly while he was doing it. But he got shipped off to Iraq to kill insurgents (seriously).

Shortly after he left, a different coworker decided to take over. He’s a big nerd so he created a computer program where he inputs how many times everyone has ordered and whoever has ordered the most and hasn’t picked up lately has to go pick up. Every week after whoever goes to pick up comes back, he snatches up the list, runs back to his computer, and inputs who ordered.

Last week, I decided to throw a monkey wrench into his wonderful plans and steal the list. But he beat me to it. DAGGER!

This week, the Chipotle run was moved to Monday. As soon as I heard that, I was ready to steal that list. After the runner got back, I saw two copies of the list on the table where they place the food. That’s also where a few coworkers, the nerd, and I usually eat. I sat by the lists and waited until the nerd walked away. As soon as he did, I took both copies and hid them. It took me 5 seconds to make them disappear. I was pretty pleased with myself.

About 10 minutes later, I heard him talking to someone. I walked by to see what was going on and I saw he had a copy of the list in his hand. I went to my stash to see if maybe he found them. They were still there! I guess he had another copy somehow. I failed my mission again.

I’m definitely trying again next week.

I wonder if he reads this…

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Start Thursday.

He didn’t have to work Thursday so I could go about my normal morning ritual. I had previously asked him if he wanted to get lunch because I knew he would be hungry and I didn’t want him thinking my kitchen was fair game. I told him that I’d get him around noon.

I left work at 11:45 to go pick him up. I called him as I was on my way but he didn’t answer. i was hoping he was awake and would be ready by the time I got there. If he wasn’t, I wasn’t planning to wait for him. When I was around the corner from my place, he called me back. I told him I’d be there in 2 minutes so get ready. He said he was up and ready and all that.

I got into my apartment and he was dressed and everything but he was sitting at his laptop doing who knows what. I hit the bathroom then stood by the front door like lets roll. After sitting there for about 3 more minutes, he got up and we left.

When we got in the car, I asked him if he wanted to eat at Bennigan’s. He said not really. I wanted to eat there and KNEW he didn’t have any other place in mind at all. I asked him where he wanted to go. He had no suggestions or anything. I started driving to Bennigan’s. After about 10 minutes on the road, he decided that he’d like to go to Bennigan’s.

We got to the restaurant and had a seat. I told him I was getting the O’Connor Monte Cristo. He decided he would get the regular Monte Cristo. I got a strawberry lemonade. He decided he wanted one too. I sat through the boring conversation about what it’s like to work housekeeping at a hotel and how long he wants to stay in the DC area and more. Our food finally came and the boredom ended.

When we were both ready to call it quits halfway through those huge sandwiches, the waitress came back and asked us if we wanted another strawberry lemonade. I said no and told her to bring me a box for the rest of that sandwich. He asked for a box and another lemonade. She brought the stuff back and our check. He drank maybe a third of that and said he was ready. I asked him how much he was putting on the check. I figured since it was even except for his unnecessary drink, he would drop an extra bone on it or something. WRONG!!! He said he’d put half on it. I figure he only ordered that drink to get back at me for not paying an extra dollar the night before. Kids these days.

It was only an extra $1.50 out of my pocket but it was the principle of it. He’s staying at my place for nothing!!! The whole meal should’ve been on him! But who cares. I figure this is the one and only day that I’ll have to put up with him so I can brush it off. I got him home as quickly as possible. Then I head back to work.

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I hadn’t really planned to do anything this evening.

I had something in the back of my mind but I wasn’t really planning on it.

I was more looking forward to watching The Shield and adding to my wonderful story about my temporary roommate.

But rather spontaneously, I decided to go to the Old Dominion Brewhouse in DC. The Junkies were supposed to be there hosting a Texas Holdem game at 8pm. I got there around 7:15 and there was a line. They were only taking the first 50 people to play. You pay $20 and the top 5 people get in free to the Junkies Poker Open next weekend and a free night at the Borgata Hotel in Atlantic City where the top winner gets around $35,000. I figured I could drop a Jackson for that.

So there was a line which didn’t start moving until about 8:15. The cutoff was about 20 people in front of me. Ah well. I bounced and debated whether to call a friend of mine that I knew was out on the town. I decided to get a jumbo slice in Adams Morgan and head home instead. Oh… no ladies there except for two Junkettes (Kat and Kara). Sadness but it was expected.

I get out there and remember that parking is heinous. I did find someone pulling out of a spot almost as soon as I get out there. But the spot is reeeeeeal tight and my parallel parking is shameful. I gave up on that spot and headed home instead. I did make a mighty spectacular quesadilla that was wayyyyyy better than a greasy slab of cheese and meat.

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This is part 2 of this story.

Start Wednesday.

I called him from work around noon to find out what time he gets off work and tell him what time I’d be down there to pick him up. He didn’t answer. I left a message stating that I wanted to know what time to pick him up. I don’t give out my work number to regular folks so I told him I’d call him back in a while. I called him back after about half an hour and again he didn’t answer. I left another message telling him I’d call him back again.

After a while, I checked the voicemail on my cell phone. I had two messages. Both were from him. The first one said that he got my message and when I call him back, he’d make sure to answer it. This was apparently before I called him the second time. The second message stated that he would definitely answer this time. I called him for the third time and he answered. I was hoping he would say he didn’t need to crash at my place because he could go wherever he was going a day early. No such luck.

He made some witty remark about us playing phone tag. He’s a clever one. There was an odd silence as I waited for him to cut to the chase and tell me when he was getting off work. He finally told me and I agreed to pick him up at that time.

I got to his workplace and he came right out. We had to go to the place he was previously staying to pick up all of his goods. He was staying at a hotel and had checked his bags at the front desk or something. One of the slaves working there brought his bags out for him. We both noticed that the guy was waiting on some type of monetary reward for his hard work of lugging suitcases out on a cart and stuffing them into my pimpmobile. He got nothing and walked back into the hotel with his tail between his legs. I wasn’t going to say anything about it but my new roommate decided to say how he felt bad about it. He then asked me for a dollar to give to the guy. I chuckled and told I didn’t have one. I didn’t know whether I had one or not but I didn’t feel that I should be paying for the guy to bring someone else’s bags out. I told him he should get whatever he had broken at the front desk to give to the guy. He did so and we were on our way.

I asked him if he wanted to stop off somewhere and get something to eat. I really didn’t want to have to cook for him. It seems somewhat homosexual for a guy to cook for another guy. We went to Lucky Bar (of course) and got a burger (worst burger ever). We both had the same thing but I had one more beer than him. When the check came, it was around $17. He pulled out a $10 for his portion and I pulled out a $10 as well. He playfully suggested that I put out more. I knew I didn’t hear him correctly so I asked him to repeat himself. Well, not in those words. It went more like… “Put out more than that (nervous laugh)” says he. I replied, “What???” He said, “Put another dollar out there.” I told him I didn’t have another dollar. I thought that was an odd way to begin cohabitation.

Sometime during the meal, I asked him about his living arrangements until the 15th. He is supposed to move in with some lady that someone in his family knows. He told me that he called the her during his lunch time and she didn’t answer nor call him back. He called him before we headed to my place and she didn’t answer again. I knew what was coming next. I could tell he was afraid to ask though.

His dad was supposedly working on finding him other arrangements since the one he had wasn’t working responding to him. As we pulled into my parking lot, he was on the phone with his dad. We got into my apartment and he told me the latest developments. It seems that his dad was calling the wrong number for some other folks that he knew out this way. Therefore, his dad was going to call the correct number in the morning. Then he asked if I’d be willing to take him to the metro (subway) in the morning so he could get to work. I told him no problem and I headed off to bed.

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