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Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Tuesday, September 29
A very leisurely night at the hotel…We were sold out, of course, but few bothered me and there were few folios to slide under doors and the only reason it took until 0115 to get the audit done was because yours truly dawdled a lot.
Head Housekeeper Gloria arrives at her usual 0600 and gets her paperwork and whatnot and then heads to her office and about ten minutes later calls me:
– 156 is listed as both a late checkout and a no-show.
– And???…
Gloria laffs, as if she’s at fault for finding fault in a room being listed as being both authorized a late checkout and not having shown up…This is not, of course, possible because a room cannot be both empty and occupied, not even when ol’ Sparrow’s running things…So I do some research and verify that 156 had, indeed no-showed on us…Now someone – there are no suspects at this point because the handwriting was not recognized – did write “156, 12pm checkout” in the logbook, so exactly what the deal was will, probably, always remain a Wonder of the Front Desk.
I don’t know if Amy didn’t get any reward club sign-ups tonight or what, but the monthly tally is still 76-43 in favor of Q.
The scratch paper pile is almost up to the bottom of the monitor as there’s been no shortage of paper to cut into quarters…Every night there are a few incoming registration cards that have a blank second page (it’s a stay with multiple rates listed on the first page) and lately there’s generally been a few folios printed out that didn’t need to be delivered, mostly firefighter rooms that are billed to a government credit card. I don’t see Assistant Front Desk Manager Brandon too much, but I know he’s appreciating this.
The big news is ol’ Sparrow stayed away from the fast-food joint for the third consecutive day…It wasn’t even particularly difficult, either, as yours truly managed to drive past it without so much a longing glance…I did have the standard two sandwiches upon arrival back at The Shire, but the goal this week is simply only to go to the fast-food joint for breakfast once this week instead of the usual three, four or five times, so every trip not made to the fast-food joint is a W for the cause.
Tuesday’s trash day here in our small town and when I got home I noted the trash hadn’t been picked up yet – sometimes it’s done before 0800 – so I hustled inside and cleared out the refrigerator.
This has been needed since The Ex left because there is a lot of stuff in there that I’ve never used and never will use, like salad dressing and other stuff from when actual cooking was done…It was all starting to smell, which even ol’ Sparrow realizes is not very good…There was some stuff I used that I never got around to reusing in there, too, and the haul was so large yours truly ended up double bagging the 33-gallon trash bag.
Proof that ol’ Sparrow will whine about anything can be found in the fact that yours truly whined today about sleeping too much (see Sleep Log below)…Once again, workout and walk were blown off in favor of more sack time…Now, of course, you need your rest but, boy, the Tuesday workout/walk is a waypoint every week, laying a great foundation for the hotel/VSO doubleheader on Wednesday.
It also means there are only two lifting sessions for the week, a lousy total…The bare minimum, officially, is three weight sessions a week and four is preferred and we might have to consider waking up earlier on Tuesdays…Generally, we’re up around 1630 or so to use the can and that’s seven hours down a satisfactory total, and it might be good to simply put the coffee on and get the day started then…The next sleep sessions are all you can get anyway, and we can catch up then.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0930 Tuesday until 1900 Tuesday…9.5 hours for the day and 24.0 hours for the 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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