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Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, October 3
We weren’t sold out tonight for only the second time in the past couple of weeks…There were eight rooms available and Q – in a raw display of his authority as assistant front desk manager – commanded me to move product and sell out, which was rather funny in that way Q has because there is no way a small town hotel is going to sell eight rooms on graveyard.
I got two calls from a major travel website within ten minutes of each other, each for the same guest…These calls originate somewhere in Asia, the same place we’ve dealt with before here…English is their 17th language and they’re not really up on inflections and tones and they make every sentence sound like they’re lords addressing their vassals…It’s really annoying but you tell yourself they really don’t know any better and you let it go.
Seem the guest will be in town around 1100 and they said the guest wants assurances she’ll be able to check-in when she gets here…Or, rather, that’s what the agent said…It could be a threat on their part to ensure an early check-in…Well, as it is, we’re not sold out and there should be no problem accommodating an 1100 arrival…HOWEVER, I’ve learned over the years it’s best not to guarantee stuff like this because what if some rooms are going out of order in the morning or, perhaps, there’s something else going on???…This is not likely, but I still told both agents it is highly likely we’ll be able to accommodate an early arrival and they said, haughtily, as if they were making a major concession in SALT II negotiations, that that would be OK.
In sundry stand news, someone – and there are no suspects and we might have to go to video coverage on this one – switched the cookie dough and cherry ice cream containers in the freezer!!!…I am not making that up…Usually, the 2X chocolate fudge chain reaction fantasy is on the left and then there’s the cookie dough flavor in the middle with the cherry (actually vanilla with some cherry and chocolate slivers) anchoring the right side.
No more: someone thought the sun simply would stop rising in the east if cookie dough and cherry were not swapped…Ol’ Sparrow, I think, gets props for taking it in stride instead of offering his usual reaction to things the puzzle him, staring at it crossly with his hands on his hips…I could have, with some modest effort, switched them back, but sometimes you have to sail with the prevailing wind.
I went to the fast-food joint after the hotel…Recall last week I made a concerted effort not to go, an effort that was not without success…I went Saturday and that was it, a major triumph, tho I ate too many sandwiches upon returning home, but that was all right, the goal was merely to go only once last week, instead of three or four times.
This week the goal is upped: go only on Saturday and NO SANDWICHES AFTER WORK!!!…The plan is to have a protein shake before retiring, tho that might have to be supplemented with some solid food, tho that WILL NOT be placed between two slices of bread.
This might have been the ultimate Saturday…There was a good rest without oversleeping (see Sleep Log below), a proper morning routine, a strong weight session, a Post Office Route walk plus satisfactory project work.
The big news from the walk is the transformation of the abandoned diner appears to be complete…Recall there’s been a sign out front saying a “hangout joint” would be opening and now there was a sign up outside saying they were open but they were closed tonight because who wants to hang out on Saturday night in a small town with nothing else to do???…We peered into both windows tho, but could only see some tables and stools and a glass display case like you’d see in a head shop in the left room and a couch and a portion of a chain-link fence in the right room, good luck figuring that out.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0930 Saturday until 1630 Saturday…7.5 hours for the day and we’re in on time for a 50.0 sleep week, the second in a month.
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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