Yay for Read Free Sunday (RFS)
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, March 6
Assistant Front Desk Manager Q was there when yours truly reported for duty tonite…Amy was actually working, but Q was sitting on a lobby couch working his phone with a pizza box in his lap…He seemed pretty occupied, so I just waved and evidently, he and Amy have patched things up because Amy ended up giving him a ride home because Q still does not drive nor, apparently did he want to fork over for a taxi or slum and take the bus, which would oblige him to walk up the steep hill to his apartment.
The big news is there was a hole in the back office ceiling when yours truly reported for duty and a bucket underneath a spot in the ceiling, plainly where a leak had been, altho it wasn’t leaking now…Amy said there had been some problems while I was on my days off and they were still waiting to make a permanent repair.
Evidently, there had been problems for a long time because when Maintenance Guy Luke came in in the morning he said there had been buckets up there in the space between the false ceiling and the room for years…Luke couldn’t remember exactly when they’d been put up there, but he’s been here over 20 years and distinctly remembers it, even mentioning the name of the then-chief engineer, who left ages ago, long before the Sparrow Era began here three years ago.
Now, like yours truly, you might be skeptical that buckets had been in the ceiling for that long, but some checking of the buckets shows it was certainly possible because one of them – they were all big, commercial, plastic buckets – was from Dean’s Premium Pickles and further research showed it had been a delivery to the old Village Inn in town which further research showed had closed in 2010…So yeah, you don’t have to be Joe Friday to conclude that yeah, the buckets had been up there for a while.
Right as Tammy arrived to relieve me some dolt called looking for a room for later tonite and ol’ Sparrow was obliged to inform him we were sold out…We weren’t, there were two rooms available, but those will sell regardless and you don’t want to tie up dayshift’s hands by booking rooms because you never know and it’s good to have a couple of rooms to work with in these situations…The guy was another one who couldn’t understand why a ski resort would be busy in ski season:
– Uh, how come you’re so busy???
Jesus H…Another wizard…Yours truly was, as ever, gracious.
– Oh, sir, it’s a weekend in ski season in Ski Town, USA…That’s why.
He then asked if I knew of any places that did have vacancies and I probably should’ve referred him to a 3rd-party website but then he’d see our availability and that I was lying to him and we don’t need that…Either he’d figure it out for himself or he wouldn’t.
Ol’ Sparrow needs a haircut…Now, it isn’t the front or the sides needing a trim – recall yours truly started growing his hair out from having been shaved a few weeks ago – but the back…It had been feeling sort of scruffy back there for a week or so, but that was ignored because you can’t see it…Out of sight, out of mind…But it wasn’t feeling right so I maneuvered the phone to take a picture of the back of my head and good gravy, it looked like an overgrown weed patch back there, something demanding immediate attention…Well, immediate attention isn’t possible, but there is a barbershop in town that opens at 0700 Monday, and I can be there soon after, between leaving the hotel and reporting to the veterans service office.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log:
0900 Saturday until 1400 Saturday
1830 Saturday until 2130 Saturday
8.0 hours for the day and 47.0 hours for the week, both OK totals but yours truly is going to whine about them anyway because he was exhausted when he went to bed, exhausted enuff so that sleeping straight thru and rising at 2130 would not have been the Upset of the Year.
But no…There is no immediate reason why either and regular readers of this crap know nonsense like this happens when you keep odd hours…I reported to the chair for some reading, figuring nodding off couldn’t be far behind but, again, no…A nice afternoon session of reading was enjoyed before nodding off commenced.
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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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