Sure, it’s Read Free Sunday (RFS) today.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, February 24
Boy, the lobby was packed when we reported for duty at the hotel tonite, and the Assistant Front Desk Manager (AFDM) was swamped…And not in a good way, either.
After we had clocked in and sashayed to the front desk and dove in on being of service half the western world, it was plain the AFDM was in a box…It turned out the lady checking in had reserved a room with two queen beds but had been assigned a room with one king bed…This was bad…It was her and three kids and even with our lone remaining rollaway someone was sleeping on the floor…Naturally, she wasn’t pleased, and even her modest amount of whining yielded her a comped nite plus complimentary morning meals for everyone.
Here’s what happened…She had made the reservation with the Front Desk Supervisor (FDS) and had her two queen bed room confirmed via email…No one had written in the notes MUST HAVE QQ (two queen beds) so Tammy changed it to a one king room for reasons that may always remain a Mystery of the Front Desk.
Meanwhile, my computer is running veerryyy slow, and it takes longer than it should to check two guests in, it’s a Friday nite in ski season, so there are other guests to attend to and, all in all, ol’ Sparrow does not meet his usual first hour goal of getting the following day’s registration cards processed.
The AFDM did note that the comped room didn’t affect whether or not we got our sold out bonus (SOB), tho it did affect the amount by a few bucks…The exact amount wasn’t clear because he couldn’t remember how many shared in it – he couldn’t remember if he saw Head Housekeeper Gloria today or not – but no matter what, it’s not too far away from $70.
Right after I got there two stunningly beautiful women – probably mother/daughter – came in wearing bathing suits with towels wrapped around them, announced in a manner so sweet it could raise you A1C in five minutes they were staying at Hotel B and had been told they could use our hot tub here…True enuff, I said, but it closed at 2200.
Let me tell you something, not only were they gorgeous, they knew it, too, as if they had a charge to uphold…It was the lot they were dealt: they were beautiful, and mother was plainly instructing daughter how to ply the beautiful trade: you’re born with looks, you work to maintain those looks, you acquire class and knowledge, and you put those assets to work for you to secure a mate who will provide secure – and, ideally, luxurious – marriage-to-grave coverage…Mother also gave an example in grace, too, because plainly she knew ol’ Sparrow was not some mere mortal who could be bought, so she imparted the lesson to her daughter that you do not argue when the tablets re coming down from Mt Sinai; you smile a smile that could lite Sin City for a year, say thank you very graciously, and withdraw.
Tammy was late…This is academic now that we work until 0800, but the reason was funny: she got pulled over on her way in…She called about 0700 to inform me of this we laffed then and we laffed when she got here and told us the story: she was driving in, at more or less the speed limit, but got impatient and passed the car in front of her, which happened to be a state trooper, keeping the highway safe from speeders like Tammy…Tammy said she didn’t even bother, after passing the nice trooper she kept her signal on and pulled over to the side and said the trooper stated it was the first time he had ever been passed while doing the speed limit.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1230 Saturday until 2030 Saturday…8.0 hours for the day and 54.0 hours for the week…Both are good totals, but we got to sleep so late we slept thru workout.
Actually, this whole sleep session was somewhat out of whack…We were tired when we went down and started reading and when we stopped reading we didn’t fall asleep immediately…The next thing we know we look over and it’s 1230 and we’re thinking crap, this is three hours wasted but then we remembered dreaming so that means we slept and while we got back to sleep, sleep was sporadic the rest of the way…We’d dream, wake up, dream, and wake up again.
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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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