Of course it’s Read Free Sunday. Today’s Diary entry is on the house.
Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, December 13
It turns out the guy in 227 isn’t dead after all…Recall last week he was nowhere to be seen and his account was in arrears $700 or so and yours truly wondered if he might not be dead…Well, he was at the front desk when I reported for duty and Front Desk Manager Brandon didn’t have him on the floor handcuffed and later he said he had paid up.
But there are problems…Brandon said the guy reported he isn’t getting reimbursed by the home office – which I don’t necessarily believe – and 227 is actually scheduled to checkout in the morning, tho he is a stayover, paying with reward club points for Saturday night and he isn’t reserved here after that.
Speaking of the rewards club, Nicole the WunderClerk has chalked up her first rewards club sign up and her name is now up on the back office whiteboard, on the far right of the bottom row, written in her distressingly neat, all caps printing…(The rest of the roster is written alphabetically and it wouldn’t surprise me to see Assistant Front Desk Manager Q rearrange it, because he prefers things orderly…Sparrow still has a zero below it, tho just for funsies I livened matters up by making a happy face out of my zero.
The left drawer was $5 short tonight…I have some zero clue why – someone’s deposit was probably over by $5 – but it allowed me to highlight the cash drawer spreadsheet where the short amounts were, just like Mark does all the time now…I don’t highlight my name, tho, as Mark does.
The big news is we are out of half and half creamer!!!…I am not making that up…Evidently, it all expired…Thing is, tho, my powers of observation have diminished to the point where I didn’t immediately notice its absence when I put out the creamer rack for Morning Coffee Service (MCS)…The French vanilla creamer was three wide and hazelnut was two high, but I didn’t notice that until the pot of hot water was brought out a bit later…The box of expired creamer near the trash can in the back coffee room should have been a clue, too.
There is a pretty big computer monitor on the back office desk now, off to your left as your sitting at the desk…Brandon said it’s going to be our new clock-in computer because the hotel is changing payroll companies…It was a pain in the ass where it was, so I moved some clutter and moved it even farther left, so it’s up against the printer.
Very slow tonight…There were only four folios to be delivered, a small number considering there were 15 or so actually departures, but a lot of them were direct bills or reward club stays that aren’t entitled to a folio…I was tired, too, so after project work was done I put my feet up and watched things and dozed off here and there…The monitor affected this because it was in the way where my feet would normally go, obliging ol’ Sparrow to recline and put his feet up the other way.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1600 Saturday until 2130 Saturday…5.5 hours for the day and 40.0 hours for the week, a dreadful total that’s the lowest figure since The Trouble back in March.
I have no idea what’s going on…Regular readers of this crap know ol’ Sparrow is generally asleep by 0900 or on Saturdays and Sundays – Tuesdays, too – but they also know that’s been changing the past few weeks, roughly corresponding with when I started eating veggies every day.
I put the time to work for me with the usual reading and project work, but Saturday workout was missed…If this change is permanent, yours truly might have to look into working out in the morning after work.
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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