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It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, September 16
There was the dreaded large group in the lobby when we reported for duty at the hotel tonite, some hockey parents evidently…Per standard Sparrow policy (SSP), we disapproved because they should’ve been sleeping, of course,
Almost interesting is the fact I was followed towards the back entrance to the office by a woman…There was a lite on in the restaurant and we peered in to check on the remodel’s progress and the lady asked if we were looking for the bar…We say no, we work here, which seemed to disappoint her for some reason and then it occurred to us she might be looking for a nightcap, so we returned the question to her…She said no, and that annoyed her because they were here last year and she mentioned the name of the old place and said they were open “all nite” and she and her crew sort of missed that.
Let me tell you something, the ladies were running the show for this gathering…Good gravy, they were prattling and interrupting each other like, well, women, and the guys were left to listen to it…Oh, sure, from time to time one of the guys would pipe up with some guy talk, stuff about dogs or elk season or their new pickup but it was futile, like telling the wind to go back where it came from: the gals didn’t even bother dismissing it out of hand: it was waved off like a departing relative, overcome like a hapless swimmer in a tidal wave.
They produced no small amount of trash, either, three or four large 33-gallon bags full, but they were good guests and cleaned virtually all of it up themselves, which is nice and something they didn’t have to do…There was some modest hilarity when they couldn’t remember whose room they’d put all the kids in, but instead of calling in the Kidnapping Unit, they kept their heads and figured they’d turn up somewhere.
Around 0200 I’m in the back office and there’s a noise, both sounding and not sounding like an alarm of sorts…It’s going off fairly regularly so we go out there a minute or so before it’s going to go off again, standing in the lobby because that’s where it sounded like it was coming from, and it went off more or less on schedule but it wasn’t from the lobby, sounding more like it came from the back office.
This is whack because we were in the back office so unless it is one of those total surround sound alarms (TSSA), it didn’t come from back there…So we’re looking around the front desk – crossly, with our hands on our hips – and we see one of those walkie-talkies the restaurant has been using during the remodel…We checked and the battery indicator was showing it was low and you didn’t have to be Marconi to strongly suspect the noise was probably a warning for that…We turned the walkie-talkie off and that was the end of the noise.
(Later, we found the other one, which was fully charged and conducted a pretty good radio check with it…We have significant professional experience with radio communications and this was strait out of the Communications Handbook (CH):
Any unit this net, any unit this net, this is hotel front desk, hotel front desk, radio check, over…
Unfortunately, nobody else was on the net(work), so we didn’t end up communicating with the South Pole, or anywhere else for that matter.
While we didn’t get the sleep we were looking for today (see Sleep Log below) we did get enuff for a workout, but it was a lite one…You could tell it was going to be a lite workout from the get-go, too, as the light and medium sets were harder than usual and the final sets weren’t even close to the final sets of a regular workout…Still tho, the only bad workout is the one you don’t do, so don’t doubt there were benefits.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0900 Saturday until 1430 Saturday…5.5 hours for the day and 48.5 hours for the week.
This was not what any of us were looking for, of course, and we’re not entirely sure what the deal is…Well, we did wake up after a dream so pleasant (it involved a former US Ambassador who flirted with me ages ago while working security in Sin City) we were actually disappointed to wake up and find it was only a dream and we were feeling pretty good…Not fully rested, of course, but good enuff to get up and do some things, so a patented Sparrow Roll Over (SRO wasn’t even considered, much less attempted.
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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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