Read Free Sunday (RFS) is a thing today.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, August 27
There was a guy at the front desk talking Amy up when we reported for duty…This is hardly a bulletin, of course, but it wasn’t one of our regular guests that visit from time to time, but a new guy, probably about Amy’s age and his looks were an interesting combination of Asian and American Indian which Amy must have a thing for because after the most cursory turnover (“everything’s OK!”) she was leading him out the front door.
Now, it was tuff to tell if this was prearranged or not…It gave the impression that Amy was leaving and he was following her because if they had made some plans perhaps they’re leaving side by side…My concern about this is matched only by an utter lack of interest, so we didn’t spend any more time thinking about it.
Assistant Fron Desk Manager Q sent us an email congratulating us on kicking ass on reward club signups, an email yours truly was included on, plainly for informational purposes because we’ve had exactly one (1) reward club signup in three-and-a-half years here…It was kind of funny because emails like this are never sent and we strongly suspect Q only sent it so he could demonstrate his commanding lead in the rewards club signup race because the latest tallies aren’t put up on the back office whiteboard anymore.
It was busy tonite…There were arrivals and walk-ins and there was even a call from the battered wives advocacy group needing a room, which we had…These are rare in that we do not ask for ID from the guest…Heck, privacy is so important we don’t even bother having them sign the registration card…We give them their key and that’s that…This one was interesting tho in that her demeanor in no way seemed flustered and that she had driven twelve hours to get here, but you don’t ask questions here…The lady from the advocacy group calls, you reserve a room for them.
It was so busy we weren’t done counting drawers until almost midnite – the safe is back to having no fives and now has 122 ones – and weren’t back from walking the hotel until 0100 or so.
Paula – the older lady from last week who had trouble sleeping and with whom we spent no small amount of time chatting with – called at about 0300…I am not making that up…Christ, I know she liked me, but calling at 0300 is a little much…I asked after her husband – which is a line of defense broads throw out on a regular basis – who was in the hospital here, and she said he was fine and then noted that she had found a hotel key card in her stuff and wondered if she should send it back…Well, those no reason for that, of course…They only cost a dollar or so, tho if everyone took a key home we’d soon go broke…So i told her – and this was pretty brilliant if you ask me – to save it for her next visit here, and we’ll use it then!!!…This was brilliant, and pulled strait of our arse, because it gave her the hope of seeing ol’ Sparrow again, the prospect of which probably made her happy.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0830 Saturday until 2030 Saturday…12.0 hours for the day and 53.0 hours for the week…We didn’t even bother today, either, skipping reporting to the chair for reading duty and going strait to bed…We were asleep quickly enuff and only woke up twice to use the can, pretty good for a full half-day in the sack.
It was a strong finish to a strong sleep month, too, with the August weekly average checking in at 52.3 hours.
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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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