It’s Read Free Sunday (RFS) at The Diary.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, March 12
Assistant Front Desk Manager Q had everything ready when yours truly reported for duty: we were sold out and all guests were in: there were no rooms to rent and no pesky guest to bother me needing to be checked in, which is what you are looking for in the nite audit racket, especially during ski season when renting vacant rooms and people still needing to check-in can really clog up your nite.
While we were both at the front desk a kid comes up requesting a toothbrush…I take care of it and address him as young man and after the kid leaves Q wonders if it wasn’t a girl…He had really long hair, rather rare in a boy of ten or so, but it looked more like the hair of a guitarist in a band than that of a cheerleader and otherwise he looked like a boy…I told Q that if there had been even the slightest doubt, yours truly would’ve gone gender-neutral, calling him kiddo or something similarly gender non-committal.
Q left late because he spent no small amount of time looking for pillows for 132…Regular readers of this crap may – or they not – recall a while back yours truly had a request for some and had been unable to find any and Q came back from the hunt reporting similar failure…He left a note for Housekeeping wondering what the deal is.
There were four people in the lobby playing cards on arrival and they remained in the lobby until 0200 or so…They weren’t drinking and were behaving themselves, but this one gal would not stop yapping…Yours truly never could tell what they were playing, but there were numerous comments on the rules1, plus blather about this and that and everything else that came to her busy mind and the funny thing was the three guys there were putting up with it, either because they were related to her and have been putting up with it for years or because one, or all of them, were hoping to score.
Occupancy for the first part of the month has been excellent: 98.8% as opposed to a mere 68.1% for this time last year and a check of the figures shows there have only been 16 unoccupied rooms this month, which is really good…And when you consider there have been a few rooms out of order for a nite or two, the hotel has been virtually sold out all month.
32.649 MPG.
This follows the triumphant 39 MPG total on last week’s trip to the big city, of course, and I’ve concluded the biggest factor in the winter decline in MPG figures is cruise control…Most of my miles are either heading in to or back from town…When gas mileage is good, cruise control is always used, to prevent ol’ Sparrow from speeding and getting pulled over…In the winter, tho, cruise control isn’t used all that much because you don’t want to use it on bad roads, even at slow speeds, because with cruise control you can’t take your foot off the gas, a pretty useful tool in the snow…The trip to the big city was mostly cruise control, and the MPG figure reflected that…Or maybe it was the gas treatment I put in.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log:
0900 Saturday until 1200 Saturday
1730 Saturday until 2130 Saturday
7.0 hours for the day and 49.0 hours for the week.
I’m not complaining about staggered Saturday/Sunday sleep sessions (SSSSS), tho yours truly is confounded by them…Regular readers of this crap know they’ve become the norm lately and, like you, we have some zero clue why, either.
The time’s not wasted tho…Project work was accomplished and some good reading was done, too…Yours truly was a rascal and even snuck out to the convenience for store for a couple of hot dogs…Unfortunately, they were still cooking…A worker there stuck a thermometer in one and noted the interior was only 54 degrees, about 90 degrees less than company policy dictates for customer consumption…This didn’t stop one chick who stuck a frank in the microwave, but yours truly went with a couple of burgers anyway.
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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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