Yes, Read Free Sunday (RFS) returns at The Diary.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, April 27
There was a gaggle of guests in the lobby when we returned to duty at the hotel tonite…They appeared to be seated in some semblance of order and gave the impression they were having a 12-step meeting, tho the bottles of wine and booze we later saw gave lie to that…The Assistant Front Desk Manager (AFDM) said they were assorted family and friends here for a funeral noting, professionally, they had not set aside a block of rooms – at a discounted rate – but that everyone had booked individually.
Recall that the AGM worked my nite audit shifts while I was gone, with the AFDM noting that the first was really a struggle and only got slightly better from there…In fact, he noted that the AGM fled as soon as Tammy arrived that first morning because the AGM had been up for a whopping 22 consecutive hours…How quaint…Regular readers of this crap know our PB is over 44 consecutive hours up and that sometimes we’re still limbering up after 22 hours up.
The AFDM also noted that his dad might be working here later this spring…The afternoon gal gave four weeks’ notice, and Dad isn’t really happy working at the chain drugstore because the new GM there has a tendency to change the schedule on short notice without telling anyone, so Dad is open to something new.
A closer look, tho, shows this might not be practical…One, as the AFDM noted, you really can’t have a son supervising his dad…Two, Dad can’t make too much money or else he loses some of his Social Security benefits, so this means he really can’t work more than twelve hours a week, which is impractical when you’re looking to replace someone who worked 40 hours a week.
The AFDM was still here waiting for ground transportation home when this guy came up and bought a Powerade from the sundry stand…In fact, with some humility, he actually asked if he could buy it and we nodded solemnly and noted he was “authorized” for a sports drink purchase, a Line of the Year candidate that went way over his head…The total is $2.50 – a steal, frankly – and he pulls out his wallet and removes three singles and it’s plain there are more in there, so we told him Powerades were priced to move tonite and that for an extra dollar he could get a second one, an offer he immediately jumped on…The AFDM saw the whole thing and we looked at him and nodded knowingly, noting how it’s slow season, that every dollar counts, and how he could count on me to constantly be on the lookout for ways to move more product.
We were exhausted at the end of the shift, so when Tammy came in at 0700 we advised her that we wouldn’t dismiss out of hand the prospect of going home early…It’s slow season, so Tammy can get thru the AM Checklist in fairly short order and she said I could leave right then…All righty, we’ll take it…There were still a couple of things to wrap up, but when headed out at 0710 Tammy announced that her work was done.
We were back to full strength in the gym tonite and the big news the stretches Her Majesty – The Ex’s daughter – showed me on our visit last week are already paying dividends because we had more flexibility than we did when we first did them Friday morning…We did drop sets for leg curls and leg extensions and the only non-compliant exercise was bicep hammer curls, where we only got 35 lbs up eight times on the last set instead of our usual ten.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0830 Saturday until 1630 Saturday…8.0 hours for the week and 52.5 hours for the week, a satisfactory, tho hardly spectacular, week in the sack.
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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.
The Diary of a Nobody was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
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