Indeed, it is Read Free Sunday (RFS) at The Diary.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, July 30
Good gravy, the lobby was packed when we reported for duty…There were several musicians in the front part, apparently waiting for transportation, because they had luggage, including musical instruments, with them…There were also a bunch of people occupying the tables in the back, all with brewskies and four of them were playing cards.
Well, needless to say, ol’ Sparrow doesn’t approve of revels or amusements of this sort, at any time, really, but never this close to bedtime and I told Assistant Front Desk Manager Q that hopefully the general aura of peace and catching up on your rest that ol’ Sparrow radiates will take hold…And it did, and while not immediate, we are pleased to report that the lobby was cleared after 20 minutes.
There was also a birthday card for Amy, whose 37 now…While signing it taking up all remaining space in the middle, I noted Q’s greeting advised Amy that 40 seemed to be approaching rather quickly and we told Q that this might not be the healthiest of policies, especially since Amy is still three years away from 40…For his part, Q noted that he was still young enuff to find personal amusement in using women’s ages against them, a policy that we noted might well change over the years.
We are still short of fives in both the right drawer and the safe…Heck, the safe tonite had 117 ones, an unwieldy, almost impossible total that is begging to be replaced by a stack or two of fives…We don’t handle a whole lot of cash here, but you never know when a guest is going to need to break a C note or pay for a room in cash and if a drawer needs change 117 ones in the safe aren’t going to do anyone a whole hell of a lot of good.
The big news is we are, again, reduced to running the nite audit and doing the billing out front because there is no longer a credit card processor in the back office…Recall there were two new ones at the front desk workstations but a guest broke one a while back when he bumped it off the counter and the Tammy broke the other one yesterday when she, too, had the nerve to bump it…Good gravy, those aren’t very heavy-duty credit card machines if they can’t take moderate bumping…So the processor from the back was moved out front, obliging ol’ Sparrow to move himself out front for running the nite audit and to do billing…There is no ETA for replacement credit card processors, but we’ve been thru this before and we’ll get thru it again.
There was a note in the log book that 166 might be down to talk about an unsatisfactory experience in the restaurant…Unfortunately, no mention of what went wrong was made, so we’ll have to wing it…Which you get used to working front desks, actually, as you routinely field complaints of an unknown nature…The first thing you ask yourself is is is the complaint reasonable…Then can you do something about it…In this case, even if it is a reasonable complaint, you’ll probably end up referring them to the restaurant anyway, but the front desk is the first point of contact for guests, so you do you want you can because the last thing you want is a guest walking away feeling like a reasonable complaint was handled.
There was a bear right outside the front door, too…We didn’t see it but we could hear it knock over the trash can that’s right outside the front desk window…The bear must’ve been pretty strong, too, because it didn’t sound like a whole lot of effort was expended in knocking down the trash can…Regular readers of this crap know ol’ Sparrow didn’t immediately rush right out there to investigate, either…We’ve been told by forest rangers that your only real danger is if you’re standing between a bear and their only way out, but we have no desire to test this theory, regardless of its presumed expertise…Official Sparrow policy (OSP) will remain giving bears the widest possible berth and staying out of their way…If they want to turn over hotel trash cans well, our professional maintenance staff will attend to clean-up during daylight hours.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0930 Saturday until 2130 Saturday…12.0 hours for the day and – get this – a new PB, 58.000 hours for the week, we are not making that up.
It was great sleep, too, only waking up once to use the can…We did, tho, wake up about 1800, following a dream ending, and felt pretty good, and we considered getting up and starting morning routine.
Every now and then in life, tho, you’ve got to look inside, deep inside, yourself and ask if you’ve got what it takes…We knew a PB was there for the taking if we could sleep till the alarm, so we executed a flawless, patented, Sparrow Roll Over (SRO) and BOOM the next thing anyone knew the alarm was going off…Point, set, and match, ol’ Sparrow, a personal sleep week best for yours truly…God bless all of you.
The monthly weekly average checked in at 50.5 hours, not too bad a total.
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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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