The Story of Nomad, the Large Disgusting Toad that Runs our Hostel
Well, I think it’s time. It’s time for me to inform you about Nomad. He’s a fat, human-sized toad that walks upright, though it’s more of a sway than a walk. He smells of bile and hot garbage. He says “Get back to work!” in his shrill, greasy, Nomaddy voice. He’s the keeper of Nomads hostels everywhere. He is the product of John, Kyle and me at our silliest.
When we were working one of our first days at the hostel, John brought up that he didn’t know what a nomad was. Kyle and I informed him that it was a person who moved from place to place; a wanderer. Exactly what we were. John was surprised for when he thought of when he heard the word nomad was a giant, almost mythical toad that patroled the halls of the hostel. When it catches us slacking off on the job he would say “Get back to work! I’m Nomad!” Then it would continue on.
Kyle and I loved this, and over the next 2 work hours we developed Nomad into a full character. He was a gross, fat toad that ate anything, but mostly garbage. His voice was a combination of Elmo’s voice and a dying cat. He wore a pirate’s hat. Every day he would go to the rooms of the hostel and eat their garbage. Our job was to get the garbage ready for him, or else he’d get angry and cranky, and jump up and down in a fit of frustration.
We went on and on, putting him in different scenarios, situations and shenanigans. For that first week every other sentence was spoken in Nomad’s voice. We tried to explain it to a few of our new friends at the hostel so they didn’t think we were crazy, but we probably just confirmed it. Actually, some other hostel workers are now making the Nomad noise.
Unfortunately I cannot explain him well enough. I feel like I’m leaving things out that are essential for knowing Nomad, like that every day the garbage is placed in front of the door so that when Nomad enters, all he has to do is fall forward and his face would land in the rubbish bin. The clocks on the wall will have a picture of his face at the time he’s supposed to come. I feel that’s important to know.
That’s all I have for you today; I felt that Nomad deserved his own blog. I will be writing more in the next couple days. There’s something else you have to know about, something much less weird. You need to hear the song that every staff member sings in the hallways of our hostel. You need to learn the “All My Stuff” song, written by John, Kyle and myself. Until next time!
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