Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Tuesday, June 2
The only fly in the ointment concerning my new duty at the hotel of sending emails to the day’s arrivals is there doesn’t seem to be a readily apparent way to make and store a template…I’m pretty handy with stuff like this but I have yet to be able to figure it out and online help has been some zero useless in this matter, too.
It’s not that tuff to work around, tho…I have the body of the letter, and the subject, saved in a Word doc and it’s a simple matter to cut and paste it to the email body and then you cut the subject from the email and paste it in the subject line and then you cut and paste the email address and then you attach the welcome letter PDF and then you’re ready to send it…The only problem not every reservation has an email address so only about a quarter of arrivals are getting the email.
Business, paced by leisure bookings, is slowly picking up…Tonight when I did the billing there were a couple of Hotwire and Expedia bookings, the first of the Virus Era and there more for Tuesday night…The town, tho, is still far from normal as downtown is still deserted when I drive thru heading to the hotel.
Good thing I got the trash out Monday afternoon because when I got home this morning a bit before 0800 it had already been picked up…Necessary, too, because I forgot last week and the bin was almost full…The trash guys have been by this early more often than not this spring and I’m wondering exactly how early they’re coming by.
All plans I may have had for what I pass off as a morning were shot to hell by ol’ Sparrow oversleeping (see Sleep Log below)…I had planned to be productive this afternoon, too…I threw some laundry in the washer after getting home from the hotel and that needed to be dried and there was the usual project work to do and I also wanted to get an evening walk in…None of it got done…Well, part of the laundry got dried because I needed to wear it, but that was it…When you leave yourself 45 minutes to get out the door and you don’t move on a dime and you want, need, to shower there is no time to dawdle…I could have gotten up earlier, I suppose (see Sleep Log below), but I was determined to see how much sleep there was for me today, a quest that was neither arduous nor unrewarded.
The cat was beside herself, too…She is accustomed to my routine the same as I am and when I didn’t get up at more or less my usual time she tried to come and get me…She’d hear me stir and make the usual noises Daddy makes preparatory to rising but then yours truly faked her out and rolled over for more sleep…A couple of times she jumped on the bed and sniffed around before settling in on my back for a while, but she was not pleased her morning routine with Daddy was disrupted…As compensation, I immediately authorized an extra ration of her canned yummies because regular readers of this crap know I won’t be home until Wednesday afternoon.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0930 Tuesday until 2130 Tuesday…12.0 for the day and 25.0 hours for the week.
I am not making any of that up and both are grand totals, of course…There was the usual 1300 bathroom break and then I woke up two hours later ready to start my day and I actually got out of bed and walked into the kitchen and stood there like an idiot for a few seconds before scratching my head and heading back to the bedroom.
At 1730 I wake up again and I’m thinking OK, this is a great time to start my day but eff that noise, I set the alarm and roll over again just for funsies and I repeat the wake-up-roll-over process a couple of more times and then BOOM it’s 2130 and I can’t roll over anymore, it’s time to go to the hotel.
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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