Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, February 1
Both cash drawers at the hotel are stocked with new bills, both $1s and $5s…These are a pain in the neck and no one who handles cash likes them…They’re slippery and hard to count because they keep getting stuck together…Fortunately, most were paperclipped into stacks ($100 for fives and $25 for ones) so ol’ Sparrow got off pretty easy.
It was the end of the month, too, something I did not realize until I got in…This was bad because I am still sickies and was not in the mood to work…I was in the mood to do the night audit and then retire to the back office and put my feet up…No dice…And it’s a weekend during ski season, the worst possible day for end of the month to fall on.
So I dug in and went to work…There were five arrivals and by chance, they all came in right after the other which took up a nice chunk of time and I didn’t drawers counted and into the back office until almost midnight…And I got a break because I wasn’t bothered too much, except for Chris, the restaurant manager who came because they had been unable to charge meals to rooms so I had to do it for them.
The Wife is still in Kansas and I miss her…One, I had to schlep to the local market myself for cough medicine and some medicinal tea and two, a mate provides good inertia for doing things like getting out of bed and picking up after yourself.
As it was, I had to provide my own inertia…Initially, all I could provide was the impetus to go directly to the couch because this cold is odd in that I feel worse as soon as I wake up and I laid there for a full half-hour feeling sorry for myself before mustering up the energy to go the local market.
The big news is the OPEN light was on at the abandoned diner…I am not making that up…Unfortunately, it was not a new diner opening up, merely a shoe store from in town selling off goods that got smoke damage from a fire in a neighboring building last month.
Filled up the new ride today and for the first time I filled up at the new convenience store in our small town…Recall in December I had been the very first customer there, buying a muffin 47 seconds after opening, a bit ahead of the hapless oaf who needed a pack of smokes with his morning coffee…I was debating whether to choose my pump carefully on the off chance this would be “my pump” for the next 30 years but I didn’t because you try to buy gas in town because it is cheaper than it is in our small town and it’s even cheaper in the next county.
Anyway, the MPG figure came in at a man-sized 33.062, about half a mile per gallon better than last week’s paltry 32.58 and not too far from the record 35+ MPG we get on road trips.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0900 Saturday until 1600 Saturday…7.0 hours for the day and 47.5 hours for the week, a bit less than January’s monthly average, but still not too bad.
I dreamt about my late brother today…We were sharing an apartment – not too much of a stretch because we’d done the same thing in Sin City years ago when he was trying to get on his feet – in some small farm town on the Plains and he had a job in a town a bit down the road but he couldn’t there and that’s about all I remember.
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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