It is Read Free Sunday at The Diary.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, May 18
Busy tonite at the hotel…We were sold out for the first time in a while and there were arrivals and sundry stand sales and both the Front Desk Supervisor (FDS) and ol’ Sparrow ended up delivering towels because the demand had been so great the extras in the back office had all been issued…There was a tedious woman who kept showing up and topping it all off was a couple who would’ve really preferred ol’ Sparrow was a bartender and not superintending a hotel front desk.
It was so busy it took us 90 minutes before we could even start counting drawers…I am not making that up.
The pain-in-the-arse broad who made multiple, tedious appearances at the front desk was short and rather round, needed attention, and had a general air of busyness about her…First, she came by for some towels, which the FDS handled…Then she came back to ask some BS question…We forget the question, but it was one that any halfwit should know the answer to…Then she returned to bring back the used towels and here is an Official Sparrow ProTip from me to you: don’t ever bleeping do this!!!…It’s a pain in the arse for the front desk because, here at least, the laundry room is nowhere near the front desk…So please, leave your towels outside the door to your room…It’s not a big deal; in fact, it’s easier for us to pick them up there and take them to Housekeeping.
We weren’t done with her…Later she came by to report that she smelled weed in her bathroom…Some investigation on her part seemed to detect a similar odor coming from 131 and she wants it known no one in her room is smoking weed, not tonite, not ever, because they just say no.
Right after the FDS left a gal and a guy wandered into the lobby…The gal (I don’t think they were a couple, tho both were dressed for going out) asked if the bar was open and it was our sad duty to inform her it was closed…She then left, leading me to think they weren’t together or, if they were, they certainly weren’t up for Couple of the Year…Then the guy comes up and asks if he could buy some booze somewhere, his general tone indicating this should be a simple matter because the nite was still young.
Not here it isn’t…We seem to recall the 7th Street Booze Emporium is open late and we confirm this…In fact, they’re open for another half-hour and we ask if he minded a short drive and he most certainly did not…After that, it slowed down…We calculated our Sold Out Bonus (SOB) and it wasn’t much, because it’s offseason and rates are lower, but none of us are going to turn down $34.56.
For the first time in a while we don’t have any lottery numbers in play…We cashed in our last Lucky 4Ever ticket and bought a few Cash 5 quick picks and those bombed and we weren’t in the mood to use our own money to get back in the game.
We fretted over this, tho, and this is how they get you…Because you are worrying over how bad you will feel if your lucky numbers – which we all know are more than due to hit – come up when you’re on the sidelines…In fact, we still remember reading about this guy in California who got held up at work and wasn’t able to purchase his lucky number ticket, and BOOM, later that nite they came in…Evidently, he was in the habit of buying his ticket daily, which shows the advantage of Advance Play…We’re comforted by the fact, tho, that our lucky numbers probably aren’t ever going to be selected, at least at the same time on the same nite, so we might stay out for a while.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1430 Saturday until 2030 Saturday…6.0 hours for the day and 51.5 hours for the week, not too bad a total.
Regular readers of this crap, however, know we’re usually asleep soon after returning from the hotel and we have some zero clue what happened today…We were as tired as we usually are for Saturday morning and we laid down and did some reading, but sleep never came…So we kept on reading until finally dozing off…The downside, of course, is we slept thru workout…God bless all of you.
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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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