Sure, Read Free Sunday (RFS) is a thing at The Diary.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, November 4
Assistant Front Desk Manager Q was in good spirits when we reported for duty at the hotel tonite, getting off a couple of pretty good lines.
The first came after we apologized for being late…For us…We are always early, but the past few Fridays we’ve been less early than we usually are, tonite waltzing in at five minutes till, several minutes later than usual…We told Q that getting up on Fridays has been tuff lately and for his part Q assumed a supervisorial air and noted that promptness is a highly desired trait in an employee, adding that my write-up would be waiting for me when I came in, presumably late again, tomorrow.
Then we were talking about whether or not ol’ Sparrow will ever start working four ten-hour shifts…Q allowed he had no further information on this vital matter, tho he noted that he wanted this, too, because it would mean Chris could start working days all the time, meaning Q would be able to resume working his normal four 1100-2100 shifts a week…This meant that four 10-hour shifts for ol’ Sparrow translated into “cascading benefits for me” which, while hardly a Line of the Year candidate, wasn’t too bad.
Three weeks ago someone – there will never be a suspect unless someone fesses up to it – started the stopwatch on the front desk cell phone…We discovered this completely by accident tonite when we returned to the front desk after walking the hotel, took the front desk cell out of our pocket, fumbled it a bit, and then BOOM the stopwatch screen was up.
It had been running for 552 hours, 22 minutes, and 32.29 seconds when we hit stop…Good gravy, that’s 23 days…Now that we think about it, we probably could rustle up a suspect if we tactical and channeled our inner Joe Friday…We could reckon back 552 hours, 22 minutes, and 32.29 seconds to see who was working then…We could complement that by subpoenaing video coverage from that time frame and see who took the phone, but by the time we thought of that we’d already reset the stopwatch.
Following one hell of a rest (see Sleep Log below) we had a great workout, the first full one of the New Regime (NR)…Recall, we’re giving weights a break, at least thru the end of the month, and last time out we did some sprints and then discovered the joys of medicine ball twists and battle ropes, eventually settling into a routine of twists, ropes, and sprints…The goal tonite was to find a number of twists, ropes, and sprints that when done back-to-back-to-back would make a good set, with tonite’s goal being ten sets.
We settled in on 25 reps of twists and ropes (a rep being with the left side/hand is done) and four sprints, an increase from last time, when we did three sprints up and down the basketball court…(The fourth one was added more because it was the quickest way to get back to the other end of the gym than anything else.)…We woke up really late (again, reference to the Sleep Log is made) so we didn’t have unlimited time, so we only got seven sets in, which was OK because we were pretty beat after the sixth set.
We felt great afterwards, too, better, frankly, than we do after lifting so we may be on to something here…Our next workout is Tuesday nite (we probably slept too long to wake up in time for a Sunday workout) and the goal will be ten sets.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0900 Saturday until 2000 Saturday…11.0 heroic hours for the day and 57.0 hours for the week – almost 2.5 whole days in the sack…Regular readers of this crap know 57.0 hours is only 2.0 hours off of our PB…Proof we will whine about anything can be found in the fact we are already fretting over the effect it will on next week’s sleep totals.
The only fly in the ointment is 2000 is about the latest time we can get up and still get into the gym…And we had to hustle to do that, because the cat, of course, needs her treats issued and the pre-workout supplement needs a half-hour to take full effect…Then when we got there our buddy Sebastian was there for the first time in ages…He had gone to Mexico, where he’s from, where he got a tattoo and had some dental work done…Still, tho, it was a satisfactory workout.
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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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