Of course, it is Read Free Sunday at The Diary of a Nobody. Enjoy.
Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, October 31
About 0300 there was a call from 259 that I didn’t like at all: she reported her heater wasn’t working, bad on a night when it’s below freezing outside…Longtime readers of this crap know, however, that usually when you go in expecting a fiasco problems tend to fix themselves and that’s what happened here…I geared up tho, like the building was burning down, making keys for two vacant rooms in case worse came to worse and they had to be moved and I got the maintenance keys in case I had to go scrounging for a heater…Neither of these precautions was necessary.
I get to 259 and knock and after more time than you’d think the door is answered, by a rather attractive woman about my age and ol’ Sparrow – just for funsies – is about to cue the cheesy porn music until a rugrat is spotted sleeping on the pull out couch immediately inside the door…I strongly suspect the woman had, rather recently, been taking advantage of our state’s rather permissive weed laws because after opening the door she looked at me for a few seconds as if wondering why I was there…In fact, she may not have been entirely clear I was a hotel employee…I mean, technically, it’s Halloween so maybe she thought I was the stripper she ordered costumed up as a nite auditor.
Anyway, she invites me it and notes she got it fixed, figuring out the heater is operated from the thermostat on the wall, not from the unit itself, a common problem and ol’ Sparrow issues a hand salute, not returned, and turns and goes.
There was was some almost interesting creamer usage at Morning Coffee Service (MCS)…It was a slow morning and the first MCS Spot Check (MCSSC) wasn’t done until 0600 or so and I notice Significant Creamer Usage (SCU), tho only a small quantity of cups have been sued tho you learn in the MCS racket that doesn’t really mean anything because people nowadays have their own to-go mugs…I get to the MCS station and notice almost the entire top level of creamers have been used, an almost unprecedented First Hour Amount (FHA).
A check of the two coffee pots, tho, shows only a small amount of coffee has been used, leaving all of us to wonder if there weren’t some guests doing creamer shots this morning.
(As it was, it was so slow for MCS the first pot wasn’t changed until Tammy had already shown up and even then that was because I combined the two pots, leaving one empty.)
I got recognized in the gym tonight by a guy I actually recognized from running into him at the gym in town years ago…The Ex and I also bought some stuff at his garage sale a few years back, something he actually remembered…The guy had his music going, too, which I disapprove of because other people’s music is as noxious as their smoke, but in fairness to him, there’s really no reason to expect someone else in the gym.
Anyway, he offers his hand and we say howdy and he wondered if I was the one who’d run for office in the past…I fessed up, saying I’ve run for both US Senate and House over the years and we talked about this and that for a bit…I wanted to ask him why he wore blue jeans to workout but didn’t.
I’ll tell you what, if this afternoon’s River Route Walk was the last of the season, it was a good one to go out on…It was cool and clear and the roads were OK, whatever ice there was could be easily avoided…The colors of fall have given way to the starkness of winter which presents its own splendid views…
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0830 Saturday until 1330 Saturday…5.0 hours for the day and 40.5 hours for the week, a dismal total, of course, and the lowest total since – all together now – the March Troubles…There were solid totals Thursday and Friday nites, of course, and ol’ Sparrow felt good when he woke up.
Regular readers of this crap will note the early go-down time…I was exhausted when I got home and I didn’t even bother reading: I issued the cat her morning canned yummy ration and went straight to bed and was asleep soon enuff…Sleep was great, too, only waking up once to use the can, a figure that does count going to the bathroom after getting up, which most of us do anyway.
The weekly average for October is 45.6 hours – the 3rd-lowest total of the year – and the rolling 3-month average is 45.80 hours per week.
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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