Cheapskates rejoice! It’s Read Free Sunday (RFS) at The Diary.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, August 12
We were sold out tonite at the hotel (sold-out bonus: $47, more or less) but it was dead slow all nite and we didn’t see anybody until Javier the Porter arrived at 0500…Well, we did see a gent entering his room while we were walking the hotel, but we weren’t close enuff to say “good morning” in a normal tone of voice – the standard for a greeting, there is no reason to shout – and 244 did call at around 0130 for a 0530 wake-up call, but that was it…None of the four arrivals showed up and there weren’t any sundry stand purchases or walk-ins needing a room.
This was the eighth sellout of the month and the fifth strait and it should be a complete surprise that the numbers compared to last August are up…Revenue is up $33K on 5% more rooms.
Recall we were fretting whether or not to change both the French roast and European blend coffee boxes before we left for our days off…Both boxes were low, but each had more than 15 packages in them, more than enuff for two days, even with sellouts forecasted, and we decided not to change them…We should have changed them, tho because not only were there fresh boxes in the back office coffee room, but enuff packs had been used so you wondered whether they’d been making coffee for a destroyer the past couple of days tho, perhaps, the restaurant came and requisitioned some.
Still tho, the knife was looking forward to some use because a fresh box of copy paper had to be brought in from the front desk storage room and that box needed to be opened and broken down, but the only use the knife got here was cutting that plastic yellow band that goes around the outside of the box…The problem was there was a lid on the box that did not need to be cut open, merely lifted off, and the bottom of the box was glued together, so to break it down all you had to do was tear it apart.
There was good strength in the gym and whoa Nelly, we barely made it in time…We woke up later than usual for Saturday (see Sleep Log below) and had to hustle to make it in by 2045…We don’t really like to hustle like this because we long ago stopped moving on a dime, but Saturday workout is Saturday workout and we got a good session in…Now, this is what we’re looking for, of course, but boy, had we had the time to ease into the day and give the matter appropriate consideration, we probably could have gotten a +1 workout in because the tenth rep on the final sets were not failure, which means we were leaving reps on the table, which you don’t like to do…Then again, tho, the only bad workout is the one you don’t do.
The fair is in town and we drove past the fairgrounds on the way to the gym and it was deserted…I am not making that up…Friday nite at a small town fair and there was nothing: no concert, no demolition derby, not even pig races…Hell, the midway wasn’t even set up, tho when we thought about it we realized the fair in the next county was ending this weekend and it’s hardly as if there are tons of midway companies up here…A check of next weekend’s calendar shows it’s jam-packed with the usual crap but, boy, a dark weekend at a small county fair is a missed revenue opportunity and we’re wondering who the wizard was who scheduled it on these dates because the fair in the next county is always the first full week in August.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1000 Saturday until 2000 Saturday…10.0 hours for the day and 54.0 hours for the week, both splendid totals and only our second or third decent sleep week of the summer.
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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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