Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Wednesday, January 8
Right after reporting for duty I actually got a phone call about Hot Pockets…I am not making that up…I suspect it was the same folks from last night who asked for more than we had at the sundry stand, obliging me to bring the boxes out from the freezer…As it was, I had to tell him we didn’t…We were completely cleaned out…None at the sundry stand and none in the freezer either…Assistant Front Desk Manager Devani said they wouldn’t be in until Thursday, either, hardly ideal when you have a house full of good ol’ boys who could use a Hot Pocket, or three or four, after a hard night out.
Had to clean up some puke tonight…It was a loser with a man bun sticking out the back of his adjustable ball cap…He was actually in the lobby when I reported for duty, sitting on a couch plainly having an unproductive chat with his significant other…He kept telling her he was in the lobby waiting for her and evidently she kept telling him she wasn’t coming…Then I got started in on counting the drawers and he moves to one of the chairs and soon enuff leans forward and starts ralphing.
I have some experience with this and while puke isn’t fun to look at, you’re generally OK as long as you don’t get a whiff of it…I went to the men’s room and opened the closet and got the mop and bucket out, filled up the bucket and went out, flooded it and cleaned it up. I also told the guy to get lost and go back to his room…You forfeit some courtesies when I am obliged to clean your puke up.
Us hospitality workers take a dim view of puke…I remember working security in Vegas when we’d wheelchair people to their room and pour them in with puke all over themselves…Tuff noogies…You shouldn’t have puked on yourself…One time the guy had his friends in the room and they answer the door and they see their friend in a wheelchair filthy and then they look at me with a what-am-I-supposed-to-do-with-this look and I do not have an answer for that.
Then a guy wandered up, announced he was in 225 but requested a key for 143.
My friend’s staying in that room.
Generally, we don’t give keys to friend’s rooms but I looked it up on the off chance he was entitled to be in 143 – he could have been paying for it – and found out he wasn’t.
How about I give you a key to your room, sir???
Sometimes drunks can get pretty unreasonable in these circumstances…After all, they think they’re being very reasonable, unable to understand why this whackjob desk clerk won’t accede to their demands…But this guy, to his credit, saw the logic in receiving a key to his room.
I got a text from the credit union that financed the new ride saying they needed proof of insurance, despite the fact I provided this when I bought the new ride two months ago…So I called the insurance company to see if they could take care of this and they said sure, however, they had no record of their being lien holder…Heck, I don’t know who to blame for that, maybe me for all I know, so we took care of that and I had her email me a copy of the policy just for funsies.
What was funny was, as a security precaution, the automated operator asked if they could text me a security code before we got started…Well sure, of course, you can, but if I am an evil arch-criminal who stole this phone, texting a security code to the phone ain’t gonna do a whole lot of good.
I had an appointment at the Veterans Service Office (VSO) today the gent didn’t show up…This happens from time to time…Another gent, perhaps a bit older than me, also stopped by…He said he didn’t have an email address and knew squat about the Internet, but he wanted to know more about what his dad had done in the Army…Well, I’m not Mr Internet but that is something I could certainly help him with…I also told him we could and I told him to bring his dad’s discharge papers and anything else he had on him.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: As usual, there was no sleep to report for Wednesday.
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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