Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Sunday, June 14
Front Desk Manager Brandon said the big news at the hotel was 119, which was out of order because there was blood all over the place…This is rare, but it happens in the hotel racket from time to time, so hold on to your hats.
I’ve learned over the years not to completely believe second-hand information because things often get lost in the translation, but apparently the guy in 119 got the living crap beat out of him and was transported to the ER barely alive…He said the police advised the guy’s injuries were consistent with having been administered by someone else but a reading the activity on the room’s lock – known as a lock interrogation in the trade – confused the matter more than anything …Other details, like who discovered him, were less clear and I couldn’t be bothered to ask.
I remember working as a security manager at a swanky Vegas hotel when some guy decided to shoot himself in his suite…It happened on swing shift and when I got in the next morning the suite had been cleaned up but myself and an officer went up for reasons I’ve forgotten and we lifted a thumb drive from a nightstand, curious as to what would be on it…We took it down to the office for review to see if there was anything exciting on it but there wasn’t even anything interesting, just some routine stuff anyone might have, and we later returned it to the suite.
Housekeeping as taken to putting business cards in the locks of doors of unoccupied rooms announcing that we have taken our sanitation procedures to the next level…They’re similar to a larger sign at the front desk and Brandon reported the cards in the lock are confusing some people because they think this means the room is occupied, with some guests returning to the front desk wondering what the deal is…I’m somewhat surprised the cards weren’t immediately removed from the locks because something confusing guests should be done away with immediately because it’s bad for the guest’s morale, too…Their stay is off to a confusing – tho perhaps not a bad – start – and this puts then in an unfavorable frame of mind right off the bat and before you know it other things are suspect and they’re complaining left and right and you’ve probably lost a customer.
I think I am going to start bringing my new pocket knife to the hotel…I found myself needing it from time time, like last week when I was required to open a box of muffins and tonight, when someone brought a new box of coffee to the back coffee room, but declined to open it…Now, there are cutters available but what fun is that???…What’s the use of blowing good dough on top-quality gear if it’s not there when you need it???…And as long as I’m bringing the knife, I might as well bring the flashlight I used working security years ago…It’s a first-class light, small enough to unobtrusively clip on your belt…Now, I need a flashlight at the hotel even less than I need a blade, but once you start thinking in these terms it’s tuff to stop…Heck, with bloody guests wandering around like it’s the apocalypse, I should probably dig out the bulletproof vest from when I worked for the Doily Delivery Company up here and wore exactly once.
I haven’t walked in a while…My favorite excuse is the trip to the big city completely threw me off-kilter, but I was only gone one night and I’ve otherwise kept the same schedule that saw me walk as often as I could…Another excuse is we’re all waiting for the goddamn gym to re-open, but even I know not exercising because you’re waiting to exercise is a lousy excuse.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1030 Sunday until 1830 Sunday…8.0 hours for the day, a fine start to the sleep week…I took a melatonin and slept well, only waking up once to use the can and dreaming vividly…I dreamt I went to activities at two favorite places growing up in LA, the Coliseum and the Olympic Auditorium…There were a lot of Mexicans in the dream too, hardly surprising because half my blood is Mexican
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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