Sure, Read Free Sunday (RFS) is a thing today. It’s Sunday, after all.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, January 20
The big news at the hotel is there are two new people on the schedule, two chicks named Wonny and Sammy…Wonny is the nite auditor that is going to allow ol’ Sparrow to work four glorious ten-hour shifts a week…When this will start is not clear because she is only down for two training shifts with the Front Desk Supervisor this week and the AGM said there will be several AM and PM training sessions, too.
These are necessary because these get you used to checking people in and out and learning where things are…Longtime readers of this crap may – but probably don’t – remember this type of training was sorely lacking when ol’ Sparrow started here several years ago, when they were so desperate for a relief nite auditor their only goal was to get me on graveyard as soon as possible.
Our trusty Spanglish came in handy tonite, tho it did not result in a sale, tho we had rooms available…The kid had no English whatsoever and we ended up writing $325, con impuestos (plus tax) down on a slip of paper…He was amenable to this and he pulled a nice wad of cash out, but when he didn’t have a credit card for incidentals for when he trashed the room, we had to say no.
About 0100 this gent comes in looking for a room…He doesn’t like my quoted rate of $325, plus tax (con impuestos), at all…Then he starts blabbing, one of those whose life is not complete unless you are completely up-to-date on every aspect of it…Christ…He lives on the mountain and has already spent $200 on a hotel but things aren’t great with his girlfriend tonite and he really doesn’t want to spend another three-and-a-quarter on another room and he knew the old owner Scott and they were practicallay BFFs tho he didn’t seem to know he had sold the place a year ago and he lives on the ski mountain with his wife and kids and did he have a phone charger he could use???
Good God, you’re annoying, which explains why you’re having problems with both your wife and your girlfriend…As it was, we did have a charger, which meant he could call a buddy for a place to crash, or maybe he’d get a rideshare and head home…We neither knew nor cared…He did, however, give us a $30 gratuity…He pulled out a wad of cash and got the “stripper singles” out of the way before peeling off a twenty and two fives.
Regular readers of this crap know what this means, of course: Lottery City, bay-bee…After our flirtation with quick picks netted us $3 (we still haven’t cashed in that ticket) it’s time to get the lucky numbers back in play because baby, are they due and a $30 gratuity means a fortnite o’ plays for ol’ Sparrow…By chance, the new ride needed gas, so it was a simple matter to head inside for a quick portfolio investment.
Boy, there was good strength in the gym tonite…Everything was upped from last time, the only fly in the ointment was we only benched 180 eight times on the final rep, but that’s all right, something to build on…In deference to the upped weights, we wore the sleeve for benching and tricep cable pulldowns and the elbow responded with a discomfort-free session.
There was a delay getting off the ground, tho, because Jer was there and after some introductory remarks he asked me to spot him while he benched on one of the racks…Jer, a bit younger than me, but still over 50, was doing 5-6 reps, which he’d probably been doing for decades because he had that generally hulking look bodybuilders have and we wouldn’t have died from shock had it turned out he’d done some wrestling ages ago…Crap, we thought we were in for it because between being an accessory to Jer’s chatting needs and spotting him we could be there all nite…Fortunately, once we got going he let us be.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0930 Saturday until 1730 Saturday…8.0 hours for the day and 57.0 hours for the week, a figure that while being a couple of hours off our PB, is still a wonderful total.
Thing is, tho, a patented Sparrow Roll Over (SRO) probably could’ve been executed to at least match the PB, but we woke up rather abruptly from a dream and were feeling strong, so we got right up.
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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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