Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Monday, June 15
We talked yesterday about yours truly bring his hot, new, high-quality pocket knife to work because I was obliged to use a conveniently located cutter to open a box of coffee packets last night…Well, just for funsies, I brought it tonight and it was useful not once, but twice!!!…I am not making that up.
Both instances happened within 20 minutes of each other, too…The first time was about 0447 or so…I had just finished Morning Coffee Service set-up and was in the storage room limbering up to bring the breakfast stuff out (it’s kept on a luggage cart, for freshness) and I noticed the big fruit bowl wasn’t all that full…I added some nearby bananas and reached for those smallish oranges but the bag hadn’t been opened yet.
Enter the new pocket knife…It was clipped to my belt, in the back and ol’ Sparrow ripped the bag open with ease and aplomb…Later, I noticed the three boxes of creamer were all running low and needed to be replaced…The knife was ready for duty…Each new box had to be taken from the bottom shelf and the knife was there to not only open the box down the middle but to remove the four flaps on the top, for ease of reaching in…The remaining creamers were transferred to the fresh boxes – an evolution the knife played no part in – and the old boxes had to be broken down, which the knife was useful for, too.
So I’ll bring the knife every night now…I might even bring the flashlight…It has a belt clip, too, which I know from experience works well.
35.073 mpg.
Booooo!!!…After three consecutive fill-ups at 39 mpg and change we drop four notches without yet hitting the magic 40 mpg mark, kind of like dropping from the runner-up spot on the song charts without hitting #1…I suspected as much, tho…The drive to the big city is Elevation Change City, up one mountain and down another, and that was hell on the old mpg rating I could tell by the info center on the dashboard…It has two mpg readings…One is the right now mpg reading, which on the trip ranged from 12 mpg going up the steepest grades to 99.99 mpg coasting downhill…The average mpg reading during the trip hovered around 34 mpg.
There were three arrivals waiting for me when I reported for duty at the front desk…Assistant Front Desk Manager Devani said one had been made within the hour (Reservation A, to protect the guest’s privacy) however, the credit card number she’d entered was nowhere to be found, and would I please get one when they arrived???…Exactly where the credit card number went will always remain a Mystery of the Front Desk.
Reservation B was from a company that has workers stay with us regularly and Reservation C was a leisure stay…When it came time to do the night audit all three still hadn’t arrived, meaning there were three more tuff calls that only a night auditor can make: check them in and see if they show up or cancel the reservation and see if they show up…Regular readers of this crap know I generally have pretty good luck making these calls.
That luck vanished tonight…All three of them showed up, despite the fact I had canceled Reservations B and C…These were percentage moves, too…The company that made Reservation B has been overbooking left and right lately and Reservation C was a rewards club points stay whose credit card had been declined for the standard $20 incidental charge. (His card probably expired. Those with enough reward club points for a complimentary night generally are not broke and have $20 on their credit cards).
Reservation A showed up first and it was a simple matter to get their credit card before checking them in…Reservation C was next and I didn’t bother with a credit card for incidentals for a one night stay…Reservation B was a fiasco to check-in.
The problem was ol’ Sparrow couldn’t find the canceled reservation…I used the same method I had used for Reservation B but no, nothing…I tried a couple of other options but nothing there, either, and by now I am wasting the guest’s time, so I found a vacant room, had him sign the registration card and made him two keys…I took his registration card in the back so I could sit down and I still couldn’t find the reservation, so I duplicated a co-worker’s registration (the payment type is the same) and check him in and then added room and tax for the night.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1630 Monday until 2130 Monday…5.0 hours for the day and 13.0 hours for the week but I am not entirely certain about today’s figures…It took a while to fall asleep and while I slept well the last hour was a mess…I woke up about 2030 to use the can and then went back to bed but then the cat thinks I should get up and hops on the bed and gives me a head bump and since a hand is accessible she rubs against it for pets before assuming her now-usual place on my back…I drift in and out of sleep until the
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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